<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:07.280-08:00</updated><category term='first post'/><title type='text'>Coyote Woman's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Coyote Woman is an altar ego of artist, painter and poet Mitzi Linn.

They began their magical journey together at Monte Alban, the ancient ceremonial center on the mountain top at Oaxaca, MX.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2357594904863734590</id><published>2012-02-16T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:07.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Sol y La Luna Mask.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIV55Cqc0c/Tz3CFwaWhgI/AAAAAAAABBg/6U81vJJLWhk/s1600/El%2Bsol%2By%2BLa%2BLuna%2Bmask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIV55Cqc0c/Tz3CFwaWhgI/AAAAAAAABBg/6U81vJJLWhk/s400/El%2Bsol%2By%2BLa%2BLuna%2Bmask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709933306726221314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an iconic image of Mexico--the sun and the moon.  Un imagin iconico&lt;br /&gt;de Mexico.  I got the mask in Oaxaca years ago, but it is from Guerrero.&lt;br /&gt;Compre la mascara en Oaxaca pero viene de Guerrero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2357594904863734590?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2357594904863734590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/02/el-sol-y-la-luna-mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2357594904863734590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2357594904863734590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/02/el-sol-y-la-luna-mask.html' title='El Sol y La Luna Mask.....'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIV55Cqc0c/Tz3CFwaWhgI/AAAAAAAABBg/6U81vJJLWhk/s72-c/El%2Bsol%2By%2BLa%2BLuna%2Bmask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-119337434640632875</id><published>2012-02-11T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T09:45:22.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azLkSHfUHy4/TzaoXJiZpjI/AAAAAAAABBU/WpSuT9E1z8A/s1600/Flamenco%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azLkSHfUHy4/TzaoXJiZpjI/AAAAAAAABBU/WpSuT9E1z8A/s400/Flamenco%2B%25231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707934693389346354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flamenco #1---Gouache study by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a study for paintings about flamenco, one of my favorite dance forms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-119337434640632875?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/119337434640632875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/02/flamenco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/119337434640632875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/119337434640632875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/02/flamenco.html' title='Flamenco'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azLkSHfUHy4/TzaoXJiZpjI/AAAAAAAABBU/WpSuT9E1z8A/s72-c/Flamenco%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8728191911016698973</id><published>2012-01-26T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:58:06.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Angel's Song" by Mitzi Linn</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4636xgAp8zw?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Music and Artwork  (c) Mitzi Linn,1974 and 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest video with me singing and playing a song I wrote in the 1970's.  I uploaded paintings I made since 1990, making them panoramas with iPhoto--that gives the full screen effect with double images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was a real person in my life at Wolf Creek.  Her flip out and then healing affected many of us, her friends and commune mates.  The story called "Angela's Metamorphosis" on my other blog  Wild Wisdom Highway tells a more complete story.  There's a link on this blog with my photo reading Tarot many years ago at the Oregon Country Fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8728191911016698973?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8728191911016698973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/01/angels-song-original-music-and-art-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8728191911016698973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8728191911016698973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/01/angels-song-original-music-and-art-by.html' title='&quot;Angel&apos;s Song&quot; by Mitzi Linn'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4636xgAp8zw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8735237973964300277</id><published>2012-01-14T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:45:02.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthblankets--new paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbgVJglWFD8/TxH24wTIgSI/AAAAAAAABAw/2CmKHRBAQYw/s1600/Earthblanket%2B%2523%2B1-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbgVJglWFD8/TxH24wTIgSI/AAAAAAAABAw/2CmKHRBAQYw/s400/Earthblanket%2B%2523%2B1-A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697606458498646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earthblanket #1  gouache painting by Mitzi Linn    15"x 18"   for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khleSm1j1Tk/TxH0-1JN-dI/AAAAAAAABAk/qR3SAiQ55EM/s1600/Earthblanket%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khleSm1j1Tk/TxH0-1JN-dI/AAAAAAAABAk/qR3SAiQ55EM/s400/Earthblanket%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697604363855198674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earthblanket # 2 new gouache painting by Mitzi Linn.....8"x 18"  For sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be creating some new work now in the new year.  I hope you enjoy this post.  Wishing all the best in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8735237973964300277?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8735237973964300277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-paintings-series-called.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8735237973964300277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8735237973964300277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-paintings-series-called.html' title='Earthblankets--new paintings'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbgVJglWFD8/TxH24wTIgSI/AAAAAAAABAw/2CmKHRBAQYw/s72-c/Earthblanket%2B%2523%2B1-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1001002445511206093</id><published>2012-01-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:18:50.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pySSb4pde5Y/TwERFMHIHNI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZhOvyISs7vM/s1600/Zapotec%2BGoddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pySSb4pde5Y/TwERFMHIHNI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZhOvyISs7vM/s400/Zapotec%2BGoddess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692850184821152978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient statue of a Zapotec woman embodying a goddess.  It was on the cover of a Mexicana airlines magazine some years ago.  Another find in my image archives.  She's ceramic with red paint. It's a  common color called cochinea made from tiny insects that feed on cactus in Mexico.  The Zapotecs started Mt Alban around 500BC in the Oaxaca Valley.  They inhabited the valley for thousands of years before that.  They used hieroglyphics like other ancient cultures in the Americas and the Middle East.  Lucky for us the Zapotecs still live in their original homeland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1001002445511206093?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1001002445511206093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-to-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1001002445511206093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1001002445511206093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-to-2012.html' title='Welcome to 2012'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pySSb4pde5Y/TwERFMHIHNI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZhOvyISs7vM/s72-c/Zapotec%2BGoddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1377851689414397875</id><published>2011-12-17T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:29:36.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holiday Card by Holly Haas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUELNQPHmFk/TuzdR2mcJeI/AAAAAAAAA_o/g84xHbzAFeA/s1600/Christmas%2BCard%2Bby%2BHolly%2BHaas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUELNQPHmFk/TuzdR2mcJeI/AAAAAAAAA_o/g84xHbzAFeA/s400/Christmas%2BCard%2Bby%2BHolly%2BHaas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687163728246351330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone holidays filled with contentment and joy.  And a productive, healthful, and fun 2012.  May all beings have the causes for happiness. Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felice Navidad a todos y un Prospero Ano Nuevo.  Que reciben todos la paz, la alegria, y el bienestar y  divertismo......Abrazos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1377851689414397875?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1377851689414397875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-holiday-card-by-holly-haas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1377851689414397875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1377851689414397875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-holiday-card-by-holly-haas.html' title='Happy Holiday Card by Holly Haas'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUELNQPHmFk/TuzdR2mcJeI/AAAAAAAAA_o/g84xHbzAFeA/s72-c/Christmas%2BCard%2Bby%2BHolly%2BHaas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5871509180722216585</id><published>2011-12-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:28:23.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage to the Virgin of Guadelupe on December 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tqpXDo0-vk/TuVJl-8PjcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cFdD7Br8V8g/s1600/Guadelupe--The%2BCorn%2BDancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tqpXDo0-vk/TuVJl-8PjcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cFdD7Br8V8g/s400/Guadelupe--The%2BCorn%2BDancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685031021524782530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Guadelupe the Corn Dancer" by Mitzi Linn.&lt;br /&gt;  May she protect and bless all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here she is the pre-conquest goddess dancing the sacred corn in a hand woven huipil.  On the new moon and with some sacred flowers from before the espanoles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5871509180722216585?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5871509180722216585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/12/homage-to-virgin-of-guadelupe-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5871509180722216585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5871509180722216585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/12/homage-to-virgin-of-guadelupe-on.html' title='Homage to the Virgin of Guadelupe on December 12'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tqpXDo0-vk/TuVJl-8PjcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cFdD7Br8V8g/s72-c/Guadelupe--The%2BCorn%2BDancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3994509047130891991</id><published>2011-12-05T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:41:17.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks-man dancing with exploding toro of paper mache in Oaxaca fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCI5KiEuHg/Tt1ji4qzPuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/WYXCtmnvCcw/s1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCI5KiEuHg/Tt1ji4qzPuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/WYXCtmnvCcw/s400/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682807755790040802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little light for the dark times here in El Norte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3994509047130891991?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3994509047130891991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/12/fireworks-man-dancing-with-exploding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3994509047130891991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3994509047130891991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/12/fireworks-man-dancing-with-exploding.html' title='Fireworks-man dancing with exploding toro of paper mache in Oaxaca fiesta'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCI5KiEuHg/Tt1ji4qzPuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/WYXCtmnvCcw/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2729965347778777048</id><published>2011-11-24T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:23:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter scenes in New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnmaUHLB2fo/Tte2J_-P4XI/AAAAAAAAA-4/rWB647LF01M/s1600/Santa%2BFe--Fran%2BLarson%2BPainting....with%2BLuminaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnmaUHLB2fo/Tte2J_-P4XI/AAAAAAAAA-4/rWB647LF01M/s400/Santa%2BFe--Fran%2BLarson%2BPainting....with%2BLuminaria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681209737858769266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water color painting by Fran Larsen entitled "Camino de Farolitos" 1995. Note the luminarias by the gate and on the roof tops.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really love her work.  She painted the frames too to be part of the whole piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos from northern New Mexico in the winter. Enjoy.  From postcards and other sources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs6krYXrKIM/TtLULsYkKWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ddh8c5hkNpM/s1600/Luminarias%2Bat%2BBandolier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs6krYXrKIM/TtLULsYkKWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ddh8c5hkNpM/s400/Luminarias%2Bat%2BBandolier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679835377425459554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luminarias at an ancient American kiva.   The luminaria tradition lights the way along highways, and streets and roads in New Mexico around Christmas.  I remember them along the highway between Santa Fe and Taos the year I spent Christmas there.  It's Spanish in origin and in this calendar photo, staged I think at Bandalier Natl Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4m0USiYXLDE/Ts6pGrUVrNI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8OPSTlmzZpI/s1600/Sanctuary%2Bde%2BChimayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4m0USiYXLDE/Ts6pGrUVrNI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8OPSTlmzZpI/s400/Sanctuary%2Bde%2BChimayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678662112333114578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sanctuario de Chimayo in northern New Mexico.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBT5KNc8Czs/Ts6oqPn4SsI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YGc652fS8gc/s1600/Door--Santa%2BFe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBT5KNc8Czs/Ts6oqPn4SsI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YGc652fS8gc/s1600/Door--Santa%2BFe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBT5KNc8Czs/Ts6oqPn4SsI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YGc652fS8gc/s400/Door--Santa%2BFe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678661623862545090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A door in a wall in Santa Fe during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVzZx1V96UI/Ts6n1TtL6nI/AAAAAAAAA-I/zhj7MzbftDE/s1600/Taos%2BPueblo%2Bwinter%2BScott%2BFields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVzZx1V96UI/Ts6n1TtL6nI/AAAAAAAAA-I/zhj7MzbftDE/s400/Taos%2BPueblo%2Bwinter%2BScott%2BFields.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678660714425477746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taos Pueblo in winter.  Photo by Scott Fields.  One of the oldest settled places of this continent.  Taos Pueblo is a bit north of the town, which is really charming too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2729965347778777048?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2729965347778777048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/11/winter-scenes-in-new-mexico.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2729965347778777048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2729965347778777048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/11/winter-scenes-in-new-mexico.html' title='Winter scenes in New Mexico'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnmaUHLB2fo/Tte2J_-P4XI/AAAAAAAAA-4/rWB647LF01M/s72-c/Santa%2BFe--Fran%2BLarson%2BPainting....with%2BLuminaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4168662647913703639</id><published>2011-11-04T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:58:44.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Chinas de Oaxaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u9IV84ixj8/TrRRjE1spiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/M5dq1lt34Ak/s1600/Oax%2Bdancers%2BChinas2534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u9IV84ixj8/TrRRjE1spiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/M5dq1lt34Ak/s400/Oax%2Bdancers%2BChinas2534_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671247493802534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted this cheerful foto from Oaxaca Turismo.  The regional dances are enchanting and varied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4168662647913703639?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4168662647913703639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/11/las-chinas-de-oaxaca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4168662647913703639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4168662647913703639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/11/las-chinas-de-oaxaca.html' title='Las Chinas de Oaxaca'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u9IV84ixj8/TrRRjE1spiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/M5dq1lt34Ak/s72-c/Oax%2Bdancers%2BChinas2534_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7016073620451213990</id><published>2011-10-21T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:42:15.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passes .....celebrating el Dia de Los Muertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caPWQEUo9c4/Tq2YV9ng7dI/AAAAAAAAA7I/EzFsksLcWgs/s1600/antonio%2Bturok%2Bfoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caPWQEUo9c4/Tq2YV9ng7dI/AAAAAAAAA7I/EzFsksLcWgs/s400/antonio%2Bturok%2Bfoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669355009014296018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by Antonio Turok, "Dia de los Muertos" 1976 in Mexico.  Where I live these days has a few gentlemen who look like the guy in foto.  Time passes, but death never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVt-psZBr_c/TqHE8DneupI/AAAAAAAAA5E/AFKnXMczZE4/s1600/day%253Adead--trad%2Baltar%2Bfrom%2BHuatla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVt-psZBr_c/TqHE8DneupI/AAAAAAAAA5E/AFKnXMczZE4/s400/day%253Adead--trad%2Baltar%2Bfrom%2BHuatla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666026342250887826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family altar in Huatla de Jimenez, the Mazatec area of Oaxaca, taken in 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69adQ0XFqIk/TqHELpKpaBI/AAAAAAAAA44/ePV8t4Jjjc8/s1600/day%253Adead--photo%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69adQ0XFqIk/TqHELpKpaBI/AAAAAAAAA44/ePV8t4Jjjc8/s320/day%253Adead--photo%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666025510516910098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz0DLCwLPBY/TqHDx94-P8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/bHGqqAGde68/s1600/day%253ADead--photo%2Bby%2BJorge%2BVertiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz0DLCwLPBY/TqHDx94-P8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/bHGqqAGde68/s320/day%253ADead--photo%2Bby%2BJorge%2BVertiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666025069403324354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from Artes de Mexico's edition on Day of the Dead from 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating altars, decorating graves and making a ritual are all arts related to the celebration of Day of the Dead, or Todos Santos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7016073620451213990?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7016073620451213990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-of-dead-photos-from-artes-de-mexico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7016073620451213990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7016073620451213990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-of-dead-photos-from-artes-de-mexico.html' title='Time Passes .....celebrating el Dia de Los Muertos'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caPWQEUo9c4/Tq2YV9ng7dI/AAAAAAAAA7I/EzFsksLcWgs/s72-c/antonio%2Bturok%2Bfoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5681675940574643037</id><published>2011-10-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:48:57.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the Dead Art Suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4Gd85g6dN8/TpyHHuALzmI/AAAAAAAAA38/N2GJMHxJLgc/s1600/flying%2Bmuertos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4Gd85g6dN8/TpyHHuALzmI/AAAAAAAAA38/N2GJMHxJLgc/s400/flying%2Bmuertos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664550998002880098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Flying Muertos" gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4Gd85g6dN8/TpyHHuALzmI/AAAAAAAAA38/N2GJMHxJLgc/s1600/flying%2Bmuertos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just created a new post to share some images from my Day of the Dead experiences. I tucked away  the art  cards from shows in Oaxaca for later enjoyment, like now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to see art from La Mano Magica's exhibitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5681675940574643037?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5681675940574643037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-of-dead-suite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5681675940574643037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5681675940574643037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-of-dead-suite.html' title='Day of the Dead Art Suite'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4Gd85g6dN8/TpyHHuALzmI/AAAAAAAAA38/N2GJMHxJLgc/s72-c/flying%2Bmuertos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-128065550363699918</id><published>2011-10-16T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:20:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the Dead Art from Oaxaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHYwyqHyJ9g/TqG1vegv6-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/2nMb2_L_zRs/s1600/Day%2Bof%2BDead%2BMAX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHYwyqHyJ9g/TqG1vegv6-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/2nMb2_L_zRs/s400/Day%2Bof%2BDead%2BMAX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666009633457695714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lithograph by Maximino Javier  "Sin Titulo" 1995 Day of the Dead Show at La Mano Magica in Oaxaca.  I really like Max's sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFli6gIVD0I/TpyF9rSC1RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YF7SgUkuFnM/s1600/Day%2Bof%2BDead--Paper%2BPc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SFli6gIVD0I/TpyF9rSC1RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YF7SgUkuFnM/s400/Day%2Bof%2BDead--Paper%2BPc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664549725962163474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papel Picado by Mauricio Bonilla for a show at La Mano Magica.  Let's join them in the dance!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqpxgBoZPT8/TptGWdTpB7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/22ZKh83DDGc/s1600/Day%2Bof%2Bthe%2BDead--Juan%2BMariano%2BTestera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqpxgBoZPT8/TptGWdTpB7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/22ZKh83DDGc/s400/Day%2Bof%2Bthe%2BDead--Juan%2BMariano%2BTestera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664198307986606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silkscreen print by Juan Mariano Testera for the Day of the Dead show at La Mano Magica in 1993.  Part of the announcement card of the show.  Saludos a Juan Mariano.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3N9522YM30/TptF3KwXO1I/AAAAAAAAA14/BcV_fVbExYA/s1600/Day%2Bof%2BDead--kate%2Bcorbett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3N9522YM30/TptF3KwXO1I/AAAAAAAAA14/BcV_fVbExYA/s400/Day%2Bof%2BDead--kate%2Bcorbett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664197770430856018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor by Kate Corbett, "Viva Mexico" from Day of the Dead show at La Mano Magica in 1990.  One of my favorites.  Saludos a Kate......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4VfpWCotwE/TptFOXYsNMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Uj56GNnHuPs/s1600/Day%2Bof%2BDead--Felipe%2BMorales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4VfpWCotwE/TptFOXYsNMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Uj56GNnHuPs/s400/Day%2Bof%2BDead--Felipe%2BMorales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664197069446591682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting by Felipe Morales " El Segundo Yo" in La Mano Magica's Day of the Dead show 1990.  A favorite of mine.  Saludos a Felipe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueegEGsmcsI/TptEvZ0y-sI/AAAAAAAAA1g/4ux9nAXcQuI/s1600/Day%2Bof%2Bthe%2BDead--Karen%2527s%2Bgrave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ueegEGsmcsI/TptEvZ0y-sI/AAAAAAAAA1g/4ux9nAXcQuI/s400/Day%2Bof%2Bthe%2BDead--Karen%2527s%2Bgrave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664196537525402306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Turtles grave in the Teotitlan Del Valle cemetery in 1993, decorated by Mitzi and Montano Familia.  Photo by Arnulfo Mendoza at night on Nov 2.  In memory of my friend Karen.   Decorating graves is an art in Oaxaca and all of Mexico.  El Dia de los Muertos o Todos Santos is my favorite Mexican holiday.  Little by little it is arriving here in El Norte.  (Gracias a los migrants de los ambos paises.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share some images from Oaxaca.  These shows and artists  inspired me to paint and make a series about the Day of the Dead.  I hope you enjoy their work. Saludos a todos los difuntos y antipasados de todos de nosotros.  Y los vivos tambien.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-128065550363699918?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/128065550363699918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/10/karen-turtles-grave-in-1993-decorated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/128065550363699918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/128065550363699918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/10/karen-turtles-grave-in-1993-decorated.html' title='Day of the Dead Art from Oaxaca'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHYwyqHyJ9g/TqG1vegv6-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/2nMb2_L_zRs/s72-c/Day%2Bof%2BDead%2BMAX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7639391091557844291</id><published>2011-09-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:04:36.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Virgin of Guadelupe guide your way--Safe Journeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEnRMBmaRXo/ToJVEKAkDII/AAAAAAAAA0o/bVn9UVaIS40/s1600/Judy%2BPerry%2Bart.jpg"&gt;--&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEnRMBmaRXo/ToJVEKAkDII/AAAAAAAAA0o/bVn9UVaIS40/s400/Judy%2BPerry%2Bart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657177611825319042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art card by Judy Perry of Bisbee, AZ.  Check out her website.  &lt;a href="http://www.judyperrybisbee.com/"&gt;www.judyperrybisbee.com&lt;/a&gt;  I was lucky to meet her when I lived in Bisbee.  I met her through another woman friend, Mary Walker, a massage therapist there.  Thanks universe, and blessings to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today's observation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Clouds hang over the valley,&lt;br /&gt;little rain but then no sun either.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; O..O.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Winter hangs out on my mind's edges.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I blow really hard,&lt;br /&gt;can I move the clouds away and bring the sun?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;What is better, myth or everyday life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I witness the Fall from summer's grace and warmth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Adam and Eve find apples under a wild tree.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They make mythic applesauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;We'll eat that applesauce later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright  Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7639391091557844291?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7639391091557844291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/09/may-virgin-of-guadelupe-guide-your-way.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7639391091557844291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7639391091557844291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/09/may-virgin-of-guadelupe-guide-your-way.html' title='May the Virgin of Guadelupe guide your way--Safe Journeys'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEnRMBmaRXo/ToJVEKAkDII/AAAAAAAAA0o/bVn9UVaIS40/s72-c/Judy%2BPerry%2Bart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3176161212488061230</id><published>2011-08-24T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:34:22.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orygen Menla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0YhsSt235g/TlWz9tzqy9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g4tuFl7hWTM/s1600/orgyen-menla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0YhsSt235g/TlWz9tzqy9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g4tuFl7hWTM/s400/orgyen-menla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644615580828486610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An image of Tibetan Guru Rinpoche as a healing Buddha.&lt;br /&gt; "Om A Hung Vajra Guru Pema Siddhi Hung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3176161212488061230?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3176161212488061230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/08/orygen-menla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3176161212488061230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3176161212488061230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/08/orygen-menla.html' title='Orygen Menla'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0YhsSt235g/TlWz9tzqy9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g4tuFl7hWTM/s72-c/orgyen-menla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8131341199778896433</id><published>2011-08-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T08:06:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yivQHJkQsEc/TkaRuWP9_VI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ORw1MoizjKM/s1600/Horselovers-Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yivQHJkQsEc/TkaRuWP9_VI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ORw1MoizjKM/s400/Horselovers-Panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640355808760692050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gouache paintings by Mitzi Linn.....Combined images of  "Horse Lovers" and "Horse Women go Swimming".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though I don't seem to go swimming much these summers, I always associate summer with swimming.  These paintings are summer offerings. They are small paintings and for sale individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8131341199778896433?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8131341199778896433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/08/gouache-paintings-by-mitzi-linn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8131341199778896433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8131341199778896433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/08/gouache-paintings-by-mitzi-linn.html' title=''/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yivQHJkQsEc/TkaRuWP9_VI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ORw1MoizjKM/s72-c/Horselovers-Panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1245948463910306151</id><published>2011-05-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:09:57.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve Visit Santa Fe, New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcNqfjqdD30/Td6km59tAEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/G1H2Gs99BHw/s1600/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bin%2BSanta%2BFe%252C%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcNqfjqdD30/Td6km59tAEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/G1H2Gs99BHw/s400/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bin%2BSanta%2BFe%252C%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611103174051823682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacationing in Santa Fe,  A and E communicate with a feathered serpent in a tree at the Plaza.  Hum----******-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1245948463910306151?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1245948463910306151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/05/adam-and-eve-visit-santa-fe-new-mexico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1245948463910306151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1245948463910306151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/05/adam-and-eve-visit-santa-fe-new-mexico.html' title='Adam and Eve Visit Santa Fe, New Mexico'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcNqfjqdD30/Td6km59tAEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/G1H2Gs99BHw/s72-c/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bin%2BSanta%2BFe%252C%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-592386356133322362</id><published>2011-05-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:22:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiqNwJPT264/TcM-db5dHBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/L1kg9cQ78Vo/s1600/the%2Bgift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiqNwJPT264/TcM-db5dHBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/L1kg9cQ78Vo/s400/the%2Bgift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603391036804897810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The Gift" gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new for you to look at.  The painting is approximately 11 by 14 inches, available for sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-592386356133322362?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/592386356133322362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/05/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/592386356133322362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/592386356133322362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/05/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiqNwJPT264/TcM-db5dHBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/L1kg9cQ78Vo/s72-c/the%2Bgift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1385619561354991467</id><published>2011-04-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:03:53.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Springtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51MgXKRLH_Q/Ta8pVQdk_FI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sV7OfhDAGDs/s1600/Bananaleaf%2BSeries-First%2BLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51MgXKRLH_Q/Ta8pVQdk_FI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sV7OfhDAGDs/s400/Bananaleaf%2BSeries-First%2BLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597738307017833554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bananaleaf Series: First Love--gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;The first of the Bananaleaf Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I wake up to morning dreams of being in a lover's arms, embraced in a beautiful intimacy which I have been missing for some time. It's a dream I remind myself, but it feels good and I want to keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As daytime life assembles itself I remember that it too is a dream in which we are moving about, seemingly awake.  In my daytime dream I don't wish for the intimate love appearing in my night dream movie but do wish for Love, the divine type, that heals all suffering.  I wish that for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1385619561354991467?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1385619561354991467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-springtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1385619561354991467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1385619561354991467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-springtime.html' title='Welcome Springtime'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51MgXKRLH_Q/Ta8pVQdk_FI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sV7OfhDAGDs/s72-c/Bananaleaf%2BSeries-First%2BLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6774353992096505864</id><published>2011-04-04T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:07:44.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve Visit  Palm Springs: Happy Angel Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XUQqP0gTqg/TZolA1DCYJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jt2hZjF6_ho/s1600/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bin%2BPalm%2BSprings%2BAngel%2BResort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XUQqP0gTqg/TZolA1DCYJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jt2hZjF6_ho/s400/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bin%2BPalm%2BSprings%2BAngel%2BResort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591822583503937682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting this painting to cheer us all as winter lingers and spring seems hesitant to arrive.  The painting is for sale and is approximately 18 by 15 inches. You can contact me at mitzi_linn@hotmail. com if interested.  This is one Adam and Eve painting in a series done over years.  They will be teeing off on a golf course somewhere nearby.  I lived in Palm Springs for a couple months in 1998 where I did this painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6774353992096505864?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6774353992096505864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/04/adam-and-eve-visit-palm-springs-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6774353992096505864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6774353992096505864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/04/adam-and-eve-visit-palm-springs-happy.html' title='Adam and Eve Visit  Palm Springs: Happy Angel Resort'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XUQqP0gTqg/TZolA1DCYJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jt2hZjF6_ho/s72-c/Adam%2Band%2BEve%2Bin%2BPalm%2BSprings%2BAngel%2BResort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3538808862777313497</id><published>2011-03-15T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:10:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking to Higher Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpx0-s1RXTM/TX_7WGr6vdI/AAAAAAAAArM/7SneY_UL-NU/s1600/Everest%2Bby%2BGalen%2BRowell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpx0-s1RXTM/TX_7WGr6vdI/AAAAAAAAArM/7SneY_UL-NU/s400/Everest%2Bby%2BGalen%2BRowell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584458420133215698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer this beautiful photo of Mt Everest to all who are suffering everywhere on the planet today.  May all beings be free of suffering.  May you and I and everyone find genuine happiness in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpx0-s1RXTM/TX_7WGr6vdI/AAAAAAAAArM/7SneY_UL-NU/s1600/Everest%2Bby%2BGalen%2BRowell.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3538808862777313497?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3538808862777313497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/03/climb-every-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3538808862777313497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3538808862777313497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/03/climb-every-mountain.html' title='Looking to Higher Ground'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpx0-s1RXTM/TX_7WGr6vdI/AAAAAAAAArM/7SneY_UL-NU/s72-c/Everest%2Bby%2BGalen%2BRowell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8796897693742254478</id><published>2011-03-03T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:36:31.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Cumbia del Mole by Lila Downs with Artwork by Mitzi Linn</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WKplkjdGJa0?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paintings&lt;/span&gt; in the video are by me, Mitzi, Kate Corbett and Rudolfo Morales.  I met Kate and Rudolfo in Oaxaca.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate's work&lt;/span&gt;-- 2 water colors-- realistic chilis/onions in dishes on a table, and a red table with lily in green pottery pitcher.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rudolfo's &lt;/span&gt;painting is a red city scene with feminine figures.  All other paintings or collages are by Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of Reyna (Zapotec chef) from article about Reyna in Mija Chronicles (blog)Photos of Lila Downs from various sources, photo with Tito Mendoza from El Nahual gallery.  Other photos from my own collection and postcards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;include folk art, textiles and dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lila gave me permission to use her music when I saw her in Oaxaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8796897693742254478?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8796897693742254478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-cumbia-del-mole-by-lila-downs-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8796897693742254478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8796897693742254478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-cumbia-del-mole-by-lila-downs-with.html' title='La Cumbia del Mole by Lila Downs with Artwork by Mitzi Linn'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WKplkjdGJa0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4449061448402084991</id><published>2011-02-26T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:08:47.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the Feathered Serpent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QTe_Rt7hU/TWmu8lZ0ysI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EBXz-X8U0HA/s1600/Feathered%2BSerpent%253ATree%2Bof%2BLife%253ADaystars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QTe_Rt7hU/TWmu8lZ0ysI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EBXz-X8U0HA/s400/Feathered%2BSerpent%253ATree%2Bof%2BLife%253ADaystars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578181969330883266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feathered Serpent climbs the Tree of Life:  Daystars&lt;br /&gt;Painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago, about this time of the year, and after studying the myth of Quetzalcoatl for some time, I journeyed to Teotihuacan to sit at his pyramid. A few weeks later, after being at Palenque,  we stopped at Tonina which was still being excavated. Our guide, the caretaker there, showed us around.    They had pretty much dug out the 7 level pyramid.  On one  level we found  Quetzalcoatl's (Kulkulcan) temple and remains of blue paint on the carving of a feathered serpent on a door lintel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I did a series of paintings about the Feathered Serpent. I finally had something I wanted to say in images.   That set me on a new path and transformed my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4449061448402084991?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4449061448402084991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/02/following-feathered-serpent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4449061448402084991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4449061448402084991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/02/following-feathered-serpent.html' title='Following the Feathered Serpent'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QTe_Rt7hU/TWmu8lZ0ysI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EBXz-X8U0HA/s72-c/Feathered%2BSerpent%253ATree%2Bof%2BLife%253ADaystars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8930375107903844928</id><published>2011-02-02T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:19:23.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting by Christel Becker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TUnVg6HY6kI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vKG110odaE0/s1600/Christel%2BBecker%2Bpainting%2Bof%2BChiapas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TUnVg6HY6kI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vKG110odaE0/s400/Christel%2BBecker%2Bpainting%2Bof%2BChiapas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569217175553108546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always loved this painting by Christel of the Chamula area outside San Cristobal de Las Casas.  I saw her at Kiki's house last time I was there. Now she designs gardens and sees that they are created for others.  We should have known from these paintings that gardening is her biggest passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8930375107903844928?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8930375107903844928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/02/painting-by-christel-becker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8930375107903844928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8930375107903844928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/02/painting-by-christel-becker.html' title='Painting by Christel Becker'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TUnVg6HY6kI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vKG110odaE0/s72-c/Christel%2BBecker%2Bpainting%2Bof%2BChiapas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8000644432099955283</id><published>2011-01-23T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:18:49.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating My Birthday (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TTyadStt6tI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BdFanv6MEx4/s1600/Mitzi%2BWalking%2Bat%2B3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TTyadStt6tI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BdFanv6MEx4/s400/Mitzi%2BWalking%2Bat%2B3-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565493067553565394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's an old foto of me with my great uncle Leonard back in the late 1940's.  He and I were close.  In this outing we were somewhere in Indianapolis gadding about.  I missed him after we moved away a couple years later.  Thanks dear uncle Leonard for your love back then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8000644432099955283?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8000644432099955283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebrating-my-birthday-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8000644432099955283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8000644432099955283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebrating-my-birthday-again.html' title='Celebrating My Birthday (again)'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TTyadStt6tI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BdFanv6MEx4/s72-c/Mitzi%2BWalking%2Bat%2B3-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7020595607477656364</id><published>2010-11-18T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:48:08.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year from Buddhas Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVh1D7qcQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GkS68eeIHNA/s1600/Tashi%2BCholing%2BBuddha%2BGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540942480765776130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVh1D7qcQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GkS68eeIHNA/s400/Tashi%2BCholing%2BBuddha%2BGarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's an old photo from the  Buddha statue garden at Tashi Choling outside Ashland looking out from the gate which is open.  By this I want to say I hope all your gates are open and you are free to pursue your life in a positive way and one that also benefits others.  We all want peace and justice and well being.&lt;br /&gt;I am content that I chose Buddhism about 30 years ago....It is a path with heart and with the potential to liberate us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7020595607477656364?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7020595607477656364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-new-year-from-buddhas-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7020595607477656364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7020595607477656364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-new-year-from-buddhas-garden.html' title='Happy New Year from Buddhas Garden'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVh1D7qcQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GkS68eeIHNA/s72-c/Tashi%2BCholing%2BBuddha%2BGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8905902046272298602</id><published>2010-11-18T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:34:09.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church in Oaxaca Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVimZuHDYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sJhG4Seq7wc/s1600/Mitla%2Bpattern%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; display: block; height: 75px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540943328428100994" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVimZuHDYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sJhG4Seq7wc/s200/Mitla%2Bpattern%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVhW64TKPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CzWreG--rMs/s1600/Santo%2BDomingo%2Bin%2BOaxaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 280px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540941962939672818" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVhW64TKPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CzWreG--rMs/s400/Santo%2BDomingo%2Bin%2BOaxaca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the church at Tlacochauaya......near Teotitlan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Oaxaca every morning at 7 am the local church.....Carmen Alta......rings its bells.......That church probably sits on an old site from before the Conquest where the locals celebrated the Guelaguetza in honor of the corn goddess. I read that in the Oaxaca newspaper a few years ago. A guelaguetza is a giveway and fiesta made by everyone co-operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Teotitlan it is the way to have a great fiesta, like a wedding, where everyone pays back others what they previously received from them. Lists are compiled.....you got 4 turkeys, you now give 4 turkeys.......you received 100 handmade tlayudas, you now bring your metate and mano and the dough and make 100 tlayudas at your compadre's or relative's wedding.... They provided 10 boxes of cervezas for your 7 day wedding, and you will return the favor.  A beautiful custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to fly out of this querida place. I am so thankful Oaxaca is part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8905902046272298602?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8905902046272298602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/church-in-oaxaca-valley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8905902046272298602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8905902046272298602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/church-in-oaxaca-valley.html' title='Church in Oaxaca Valley'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVimZuHDYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sJhG4Seq7wc/s72-c/Mitla%2Bpattern%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5307771442685462278</id><published>2010-11-18T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:10:24.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guadelupe the Corn Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVUm6jQcNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Dpvni4r5fl0/s1600/Guadelupe--The%2BCorn%2BDancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 330px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540927944078160082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVUm6jQcNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Dpvni4r5fl0/s400/Guadelupe--The%2BCorn%2BDancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guadelupe is dancing the corn ears....mazorca....recently harvested here in the Oaxaca valley. Just the other day Tito´s family in Teotitlan went to their fields to bring in corn, which will be dried and then used to make tortillas and tlayudas for their meals. His sister Reina is giving cooking classes at their family home in Teotitlan now after working with other chefs. I hope she will make me some mole negro to bring back.&lt;br /&gt;Pilgrims scurry about too, arriving with fireworks to celebrate the day of the Virgin of Guadelupe on Sunday. My painting is part of a series of Guadelupes dancing, ie making sacred, various things--here, the corn.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Virgin of Juquila´s day.....before becoming catholic, ie before the conquest, both were goddesses of the indigenous people here. Juquila specifically comes from Oaxaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I said hello to Quetzalcoatl (the feathered serpent).......who is still seen near or in the church (and prehispanic temple) in Teotitlan--hidden in a figure of the Christ....One of Q.´s aspects is creativity...Ojala me ayuda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5307771442685462278?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5307771442685462278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/guadelupe-corn-dancer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5307771442685462278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5307771442685462278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/guadelupe-corn-dancer.html' title='Guadelupe the Corn Dancer'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVUm6jQcNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Dpvni4r5fl0/s72-c/Guadelupe--The%2BCorn%2BDancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7609992397688752113</id><published>2010-11-18T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:57:07.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVSqaJ7qmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ONf1dhCL05o/s1600/Mexico%2BMix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVSqaJ7qmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ONf1dhCL05o/s400/Mexico%2BMix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540925805078227554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A collage of Mitzi's images.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am heading for Oaxaca in a couple weeks.  Looking forward to seeing all my friends/families there and eating at my favorite restaurants--La Olla and La Bisnaga and El Descanso......and seeing...feeling....tasting....knowing that beautiful old place again.  Hoping to renew myself on many levels......Saludos a mi querida Oaxaca.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7609992397688752113?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7609992397688752113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/mexico-mix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7609992397688752113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7609992397688752113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/mexico-mix.html' title='Mexico Mix'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TOVSqaJ7qmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ONf1dhCL05o/s72-c/Mexico%2BMix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7908515978514284842</id><published>2010-11-07T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:57:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida's Bouquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TNbaNGl0yaI/AAAAAAAAAek/YitKAQtZLUA/s1600/Fridas+Bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TNbaNGl0yaI/AAAAAAAAAek/YitKAQtZLUA/s400/Fridas+Bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536852710541019554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Collage by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a collage of my images and of Frida's I put together a few years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7908515978514284842?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7908515978514284842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/fridas-bouquet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7908515978514284842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7908515978514284842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/11/fridas-bouquet.html' title='Frida&apos;s Bouquet'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TNbaNGl0yaI/AAAAAAAAAek/YitKAQtZLUA/s72-c/Fridas+Bouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1709699912339477565</id><published>2010-10-29T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:51:40.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring friends and family for Day of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TMr-Ldu4xAI/AAAAAAAAAec/4d1Wo5F1qy0/s1600/Karen+turtle%27s+grave+teot+cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TMr-Ldu4xAI/AAAAAAAAAec/4d1Wo5F1qy0/s400/Karen+turtle%27s+grave+teot+cemetery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533514565091378178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We, Edmundo Montano family and I, decorated the grave of Karen Turtle for Todos Santos in 1992.  Karen died in Oaxaca during Semana Santa in 1992.  Her ashes were buried in the cemetery of Teotitlan Del Valle after a ceremony hosted by the Montano's and attended by people of the folkarte communities of Oaxaca.  Karen had many friends and she is still missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1709699912339477565?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1709699912339477565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/10/honoring-friends-and-family-for-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1709699912339477565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1709699912339477565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/10/honoring-friends-and-family-for-day-of.html' title='Honoring friends and family for Day of the Dead'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TMr-Ldu4xAI/AAAAAAAAAec/4d1Wo5F1qy0/s72-c/Karen+turtle%27s+grave+teot+cemetery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5271506539979256655</id><published>2010-09-21T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:35:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TJjfK0sRXXI/AAAAAAAAAds/CJg2MsQkp4c/s1600/Our+Earth,+Our+Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TJjfK0sRXXI/AAAAAAAAAds/CJg2MsQkp4c/s400/Our+Earth,+Our+Gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519406720378559858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Our Planet Earth" a new painting by Mitzi Linn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Children's Trust will use a similar image.  Stay tuned for more info.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Equinox, Full Moon and Fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5271506539979256655?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5271506539979256655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-earth-our-gift-new-painting-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5271506539979256655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5271506539979256655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-earth-our-gift-new-painting-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TJjfK0sRXXI/AAAAAAAAAds/CJg2MsQkp4c/s72-c/Our+Earth,+Our+Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3492653384504803526</id><published>2010-08-09T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:48:58.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TGBaV1M67XI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LwJdEBOp6zo/s1600/Butterfly+Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TGBaV1M67XI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LwJdEBOp6zo/s400/Butterfly+Canyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503498075751771506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Butterfly Canyon--Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting was inspired by a visit to a sacred waterfall near Juquila, Oaxaca.  The water was sacred to the prehispanic Zapotec goddess who preceded the Catholic virgin .....The Virgin of Juquila.  She is the focus of much adoration among Oaxacans still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3492653384504803526?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3492653384504803526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/08/butterfly-canyon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3492653384504803526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3492653384504803526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/08/butterfly-canyon.html' title='Butterfly Canyon'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TGBaV1M67XI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LwJdEBOp6zo/s72-c/Butterfly+Canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1866264140324403653</id><published>2010-07-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:20:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemalan Textile and a Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TE4PqT-VHhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jqtLjYGdzPU/s1600/Guate+textile--S.Juan+Cotzal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TE4PqT-VHhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jqtLjYGdzPU/s400/Guate+textile--S.Juan+Cotzal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498349414656581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo of part of weaving from San Juan Cotzal, K'iche', Guatemala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    View From My 50’S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating the journey ahead&lt;br /&gt;I can only remember past ones,&lt;br /&gt;across open spaces,&lt;br /&gt;journeys that cleansed this being&lt;br /&gt;of Doubt and Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only go how and where&lt;br /&gt;My heart directs me.&lt;br /&gt;I continue,&lt;br /&gt;With intense aloneness,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at each horizon&lt;br /&gt;as a possible home.&lt;br /&gt;The same way I stare in lighted windows as&lt;br /&gt;I pass along this street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to the Light is&lt;br /&gt;the same as the one home.&lt;br /&gt;The going is a becoming.&lt;br /&gt;I seek wisdom and compassion,&lt;br /&gt;a total healing of my myriad selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, in awe of the Spirit’s pull,&lt;br /&gt;I know Death cannot free me&lt;br /&gt;of this longing to go beyond...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Through lifetimes of learning and letting go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             karmic debts will be paid.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wise, compassionate, empty,&lt;br /&gt;I will be free at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1866264140324403653?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1866264140324403653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/07/view-from-my-50s-contemplating-journey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1866264140324403653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1866264140324403653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/07/view-from-my-50s-contemplating-journey.html' title='Guatemalan Textile and a Poem'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/TE4PqT-VHhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jqtLjYGdzPU/s72-c/Guate+textile--S.Juan+Cotzal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1188816541412993076</id><published>2010-06-14T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:20:09.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Womantrees Dancing to Perfume de Gardenias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kTTHocSmEY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kTTHocSmEY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1188816541412993076?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1188816541412993076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/06/womantrees-dancing-to-perfume-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1188816541412993076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1188816541412993076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/06/womantrees-dancing-to-perfume-de.html' title='Womantrees Dancing to Perfume de Gardenias.'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1621981517855173241</id><published>2010-06-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:18:21.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another video of paintings set to music by Lila Downs.  Womantrees Dancing is a spiritual feminist series that features the concept of women as the Tree of Life, a universal symbol and motif.  They dance with the wind, the rain, with experience and to celebrate. As trees their roots go deep in the earth.  Faceless, they refer to their archetypal identity. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All paintings copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1621981517855173241?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1621981517855173241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/06/womantrees-dancing-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1621981517855173241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1621981517855173241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/06/womantrees-dancing-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8955535775381602637</id><published>2010-05-25T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:57:32.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow "La Bamba" by Lila Downs... Oaxacan Inspired Paintings by Mitzi Linn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's my first attempt at a slideshow with music.  I had to put it on YouTube in order to put it on my blog. I know Lila Downs and her partner, Paul Cohen, from the '90's in Oaxaca. They are really good people as well as really talented and creative musicians.  A gozar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/C16FthSY0Y4/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C16FthSY0Y4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C16FthSY0Y4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8955535775381602637?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8955535775381602637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-bamba-by-lila-downs-oaxacan-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8955535775381602637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8955535775381602637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-bamba-by-lila-downs-oaxacan-inspired.html' title='Slideshow &quot;La Bamba&quot; by Lila Downs... Oaxacan Inspired Paintings by Mitzi Linn'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5092645841386752883</id><published>2010-05-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:55:12.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can We Know the Dancer from the Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S-XUzu05lAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WojTOakO2ks/s1600/Womantrees+Dancing--Spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S-XUzu05lAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WojTOakO2ks/s400/Womantrees+Dancing--Spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469011307719660546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Womantrees Dancing--Spring---                  Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour is blossoming or dancing where&lt;br /&gt;The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,&lt;br /&gt;Nor beauty born out of its own despair,&lt;br /&gt;Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,&lt;br /&gt;Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?&lt;br /&gt;O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,&lt;br /&gt;How can we know the dancer from the dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from  "Among School Children"    by W. B. Yeats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5092645841386752883?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5092645841386752883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-we-know-dancer-from-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5092645841386752883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5092645841386752883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-we-know-dancer-from-dance.html' title='How Can We Know the Dancer from the Dance?'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S-XUzu05lAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WojTOakO2ks/s72-c/Womantrees+Dancing--Spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4372024208600676701</id><published>2010-04-12T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:56:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S8NCXKlYvgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/K_MsX1I5eLw/s1600/Dreaming+New+Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S8NCXKlYvgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/K_MsX1I5eLw/s400/Dreaming+New+Mexico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459280139048762882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming New Mexico--Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream something is to imagine something.  I am imagining being in Northern New Mexico right now.  Imagining another journey there is the first step--'the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step'--  LaoTze--Tao de Ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4372024208600676701?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4372024208600676701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreaming-new-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4372024208600676701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4372024208600676701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreaming-new-mexico.html' title='Dreaming New Mexico'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S8NCXKlYvgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/K_MsX1I5eLw/s72-c/Dreaming+New+Mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4589847030554569681</id><published>2010-04-01T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:32:23.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S-sWBsyRuWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mfrfDrmWLNY/s1600/Dark+Horse+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S-sWBsyRuWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mfrfDrmWLNY/s400/Dark+Horse+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490390829316450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dark Horse Night--gouache painting by Mitzi Linn--inspired by time spent in New Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Ranch outside Abiquiu NM is one of my favorite places. It is beautiful.  They have a campground, a laundry, a library, rooms for rent, and a cafeteria.  They host various workshops over the summer.  Hiking and horseback riding are great ways to explore their land of enchantment.  Here's a link to Ghost Ranch--one of  Georgia O'Keefe's favorite places. You can walk to the house she owned there--where she lived and painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghostranch.org/"&gt;www.ghostranch.org &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4589847030554569681?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4589847030554569681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/04/borderlands-ghost-ranch-gouache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4589847030554569681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4589847030554569681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/04/borderlands-ghost-ranch-gouache.html' title='Ghost Ranch'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S-sWBsyRuWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mfrfDrmWLNY/s72-c/Dark+Horse+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6519722183189057704</id><published>2010-03-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:54:17.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navajo Account of American Conquest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S6o0D9GQppI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ndutbPDmgjE/s1600/Canyon+de+Chelly--Muertos+Spanish+Conquistadors--George+Huey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S6o0D9GQppI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ndutbPDmgjE/s400/Canyon+de+Chelly--Muertos+Spanish+Conquistadors--George+Huey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452227541430478482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by George Huey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this account of the American war against the Navajo in Canyon de Muertos.  Named for the massacre and defeat of the Navajo in this part of Canyon de Chelly, their sacred homeland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6519722183189057704?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6519722183189057704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/navajo-account-of-american-conquest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6519722183189057704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6519722183189057704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/navajo-account-of-american-conquest.html' title='Navajo Account of American Conquest'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S6o0D9GQppI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ndutbPDmgjE/s72-c/Canyon+de+Chelly--Muertos+Spanish+Conquistadors--George+Huey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6786250239926177773</id><published>2010-03-14T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:06:12.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard from Canyon de Chelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S51zqvSsarI/AAAAAAAAAac/7cDKJh__rPs/s1600-h/Canyon+de+Chelly--by+Russ+Finley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S51zqvSsarI/AAAAAAAAAac/7cDKJh__rPs/s400/Canyon+de+Chelly--by+Russ+Finley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448638302274742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Russ Finley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I find myself wanting to travel again now that spring is arriving.  Canyon de Chelly on the Navajo Reservation is one of my favorite places.  Standing on the rim and looking down, the Canyon called me to explore it on horseback and on foot during my first visit to Chinle.  Here's an edited  poem inspired by the visit.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Blue Horse Sequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  i&lt;br /&gt;Coral-colored rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Chalk-white sands,   The&lt;br /&gt;infinite blue sky rising from&lt;br /&gt;distant black mesas.&lt;br /&gt;I glimpse a mirage,&lt;br /&gt;A blue shimmer,a dazzle or&lt;br /&gt;a wild wandering spirit....The blue horse.&lt;br /&gt;             ii&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Horse&lt;br /&gt;speaks a secret tongue, wanders in Beauty&lt;br /&gt;outside time, before,  beyond&lt;br /&gt;Blue horses merge in blue winds.&lt;br /&gt;They raise their heads against&lt;br /&gt;Chinle’s frozen winter stars.&lt;br /&gt;I ride the Blue Horse Spirit.  We,&lt;br /&gt;kindred spirits in transformation,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty behind us. Beauty in front.&lt;br /&gt;Surrender to Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;In Beauty&lt;br /&gt;It is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6786250239926177773?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6786250239926177773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/postcards-from-canyon-de-chelly-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6786250239926177773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6786250239926177773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/postcards-from-canyon-de-chelly-in.html' title='Postcard from Canyon de Chelly'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S51zqvSsarI/AAAAAAAAAac/7cDKJh__rPs/s72-c/Canyon+de+Chelly--by+Russ+Finley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5319160372984582706</id><published>2010-03-05T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:32:42.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bananaleaf Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S5FFK1MdmRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qgHKp4bJw6I/s1600-h/BananaLeaf+Series-Wild+Horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S5FFK1MdmRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qgHKp4bJw6I/s400/BananaLeaf+Series-Wild+Horses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445209476847999250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Painting:  BLS: Wild Horses--gouache by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painting for all my sisters.  Celebrating the spiritual nature of women for International Women's Day.  Sisterhood is powerful. Let's honor our beautiful feminine planet and her creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5319160372984582706?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5319160372984582706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/bananaleaf-series.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5319160372984582706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5319160372984582706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/bananaleaf-series.html' title='The Bananaleaf Series'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S5FFK1MdmRI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qgHKp4bJw6I/s72-c/BananaLeaf+Series-Wild+Horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4911553505292880884</id><published>2010-02-23T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:53:20.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oasis Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S4Qj9w_G_KI/AAAAAAAAAaM/45ajPPVBhm4/s1600-h/Oasis+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S4Qj9w_G_KI/AAAAAAAAAaM/45ajPPVBhm4/s400/Oasis+%235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441513793798995106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oasis #5"  gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look towards spring from my window above the park.  This painting series was created in Oaxaca.  The tall rocks represent spirits of the natural world.  They are also spirit guides--connected to our universal ancestors as well as enlightened beings existing in the spiritual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a waterway, a boat sails by.  At the bottom of the spirit stones, grow many tropical type plants.  The sky is sunset red.  The boat holds our hopes and dreams as we sail into the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4911553505292880884?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4911553505292880884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/oasis-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4911553505292880884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4911553505292880884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/oasis-series.html' title='The Oasis Series'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S4Qj9w_G_KI/AAAAAAAAAaM/45ajPPVBhm4/s72-c/Oasis+%235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8471640324193542585</id><published>2010-01-23T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:38:51.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Mitzi's Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1tneZty1CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mw1EnIAKVZA/s1600-h/Mitzi%27s+Apt--art+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1tneZty1CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mw1EnIAKVZA/s400/Mitzi%27s+Apt--art+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430047547721962530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My apartment in Eugene's tallest building is tiny.  I imagine it to be like a New York apartment, with all available spaces to be used.  Here's part of my collection of things from living in Oaxaca off and on for 20 plus years, as well as various paintings made over those same years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; In the photo you can see a Tree of Life candle made in Teotitlan, at the top on the right. They are usually found in the church there and are given to the family of the bride-to-be in a beautiful ceremony called "Contentar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  The paintings are some of my favorites which I have kept over the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1tmsQEf_iI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tSLe4BOdAfk/s1600-h/Mitzi%27s+Aprtment+%231++2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1tmsQEf_iI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tSLe4BOdAfk/s400/Mitzi%27s+Aprtment+%231++2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430046686139383330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A closer view of part of the art wall including a painted chair from Margarito Melchor of San Martin Tilcajete, Oaxaca.  Two jicapetzles sit on the bottom shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  After being a nomad and housesitter over the years, I am pleased to surround myself with things I like from my travels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8471640324193542585?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8471640324193542585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-mitzis-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8471640324193542585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8471640324193542585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-mitzis-studio.html' title='Welcome to Mitzi&apos;s Studio'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1tneZty1CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mw1EnIAKVZA/s72-c/Mitzi%27s+Apt--art+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2859029486054857871</id><published>2010-01-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:34:49.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends from Teotitlan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1t7uPkOk3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tz4bhE_ej2g/s1600-h/Gi%27Bets--Teotitlan%27s+Sacred+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1t7uPkOk3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tz4bhE_ej2g/s320/Gi%27Bets--Teotitlan%27s+Sacred+Mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430069810107945842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gi'bets--Teotitlan's sacred mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1h46Z2lG6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/e8RPP9unfnA/s1600-h/Day+of+Dead--2009:Ale+y+Tito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1h46Z2lG6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/e8RPP9unfnA/s320/Day+of+Dead--2009:Ale+y+Tito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429222295562689442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bryan (American) with Ale Rios and Tito Mendoza in Teotitlan on Todos Santos (photo by Liv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1h3kVs0HqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kkhx2kGeK34/s1600-h/Day+of+Dead+at+Ale+and+Tito%27s+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1h3kVs0HqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kkhx2kGeK34/s320/Day+of+Dead+at+Ale+and+Tito%27s+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429220816979238562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner on Todos Santos with Tito, Abi, Ale, Liv and Mitzi (photo by Bryan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fS3oGgzJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QtK8MS8eZ_M/s1600-h/Day+of+Dead--Tito%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fS3oGgzJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QtK8MS8eZ_M/s320/Day+of+Dead--Tito%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429039728917793938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tito &amp;amp; Lili &amp;amp; Santi by their house altar on Todos Santos (the Day of the Dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fN2UjfQkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LenqC5jH2Fs/s1600-h/Day+of+Dead--Felix+and+Antonia%27s+Altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fN2UjfQkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LenqC5jH2Fs/s320/Day+of+Dead--Felix+and+Antonia%27s+Altar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429034208932610626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tito's parents--Felix and Antonia with their Day of the Dead altar on Todos Santos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below--My old friend Altagracia (on right) with Soledad and Maria (her daughters-in-law) and her grandaughter Mayto.  They were cooking for a group at the Danza de la Pluma.  Alta is famous for her traditional barbacoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fJvd5uy-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_0fovmpwVHI/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Pluma--Alta,+Maria,+Soledad+y+Mayto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fJvd5uy-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_0fovmpwVHI/s320/Dance+of+the+Pluma--Alta,+Maria,+Soledad+y+Mayto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429029693136227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2859029486054857871?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2859029486054857871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-friends-from-teotitlan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2859029486054857871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2859029486054857871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-friends-from-teotitlan.html' title='Friends from Teotitlan'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1t7uPkOk3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tz4bhE_ej2g/s72-c/Gi%27Bets--Teotitlan%27s+Sacred+Mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-682844969559565071</id><published>2010-01-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:08:03.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Danza de La Pluma-- For the Virgin of Guadelupe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2277FPMVPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/x90_u5EpK28/s1600-h/Mitla+pattern+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2277FPMVPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/x90_u5EpK28/s320/Mitla+pattern+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435206948998632690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fFUnmH6yI/AAAAAAAAAUM/votcFv28g-A/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Pl...Linda+y+Alicia+w+Jicapetsles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fFUnmH6yI/AAAAAAAAAUM/votcFv28g-A/s320/Dance+of+the+Pl...Linda+y+Alicia+w+Jicapetsles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429024833835363106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fC5lna6lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yojT2pXpISM/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Pl--Ismael+y+Lichita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fC5lna6lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yojT2pXpISM/s320/Dance+of+the+Pl--Ismael+y+Lichita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429022170424207954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, the Dancer, with her grandmother. Then a foto of her parents Lichita and Ismael at their home with their jicapetzles before going to the dance in front of the church in Teotitlan del Valle, Oaxaca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-682844969559565071?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/682844969559565071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-fotos-from-la-danza-de-la-pluma-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/682844969559565071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/682844969559565071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-fotos-from-la-danza-de-la-pluma-in.html' title='La Danza de La Pluma-- For the Virgin of Guadelupe'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2277FPMVPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/x90_u5EpK28/s72-c/Mitla+pattern+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4154533027402776969</id><published>2009-10-21T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:03:34.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Danza de La Pluma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2287Zna1wI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GxlYdKeQzxc/s1600-h/Gi%27Bets--Teotitlan%27s+Sacred+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2287Zna1wI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GxlYdKeQzxc/s320/Gi%27Bets--Teotitlan%27s+Sacred+Mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435208053980583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1hyEIiCobI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PSvQgrNS0y0/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Pluma--Dancers+%23+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1hyEIiCobI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PSvQgrNS0y0/s400/Dance+of+the+Pluma--Dancers+%23+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429214766130438578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dancers dancing in the plaza in front of the church in Teotitlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1hxwqy3dYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/f6GMf_fhXv0/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Pluma--Dancer+only01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1hxwqy3dYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/f6GMf_fhXv0/s400/Dance+of+the+Pluma--Dancer+only01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429214431730431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                            Closer view of dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda's (la malinche) family and support group with beer and fruit to give away at the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1hxMOR91NI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PgrbPztZ9DM/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Pluma--support+family+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1hxMOR91NI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PgrbPztZ9DM/s320/Dance+of+the+Pluma--support+family+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429213805600953554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Danza de la Pluma in Teotitlan for the Virgin of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guadelupe  started with a 6:30 AM mass for the Dancers and their families in Teotitlan's beautiful church on December 12.  After weeks of preparation the Dancers themselves appeared in the streets around 2:30. They and their extended families went to the church yard where a dance space had been created.  Seating around the area went to the support groups, women in the front rows and men in the back rows.  All five sections of Teotitlan were represented by one or more dancers.  The Danza de la Pluma started at 3 PM in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the afternoon.  They danced for about 5 hours with very few breaks,  dancing in their costumes with tall, round feathered headdresses, scarves and Virgin of Guadelupe capes. I was there to support Linda,  Lichita and Ismael's 10 year old daughter, who danced one of the 2 Malinches.  She danced the Native part.  The other Malinche is dressed in a 16th century Spanish costume.  The Danzantes finished their 3 year commitment to this Dance.  It seemed somewhat emotional, being the end of their commitment.  They are featured in a film on sale at the Museum in Teotitlan, made by some film makers from Santa Fe who filmed them 3 years ago, at the beginning of the cycle.  I was there then too as a part of Linda's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Plumed Dancers finished dancing, their wives and mothers and fathers danced the Jarabe del Valle with jicapetxles filled with various candies..some are made in molds in Teotitlan-- white with red flowers on sticks.  After these dances the five groups danced other jicapetxles and threw out sweets and fruit to the growing pueblo audience.  Various parts of the ceremony took place with people dancing in a previously decided order called by a master of ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family I was with finally danced at 4:30 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Around midnight I slipped away after seeing various other friends in the church yard.  At 4:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was sound asleep at Tito and Ale´s little adobe house on the edge of town. Reina and Piti Mendoza--Tito´s sisters gave me atole and tamales. That family was there to support another dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night( Dec 29) the Teotitecas brought their beautiful costumbres (customs) to the Oaxaca Zocalo.  I met up with my friends from there  and other places to watch them make a calenda (religious parade) around the Zocalo and then dance--the Danza de la Pluma and  the Jarabe del Valle again.  The Danza de la Pluma group was the same that had just completed their 3 year term.  It was wonderful to see them one more time.  Linda danced well. Afterwards the Dancers were being photographed with friends and tourists in their costumes.  They were the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grinning ear to ear through the whole thing.   Finally my friend Alicia (Linda's grandmother) and I were dancing the Jarabe together with others as the dance became public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4154533027402776969?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4154533027402776969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/oaxacascape-with-mitla-design-post-dec.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4154533027402776969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4154533027402776969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/oaxacascape-with-mitla-design-post-dec.html' title='La Danza de La Pluma'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2287Zna1wI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GxlYdKeQzxc/s72-c/Gi%27Bets--Teotitlan%27s+Sacred+Mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3727888879069311400</id><published>2009-10-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:37:09.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Dia de la Revolucion   (post Nov 11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/St84brus9CI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7RvKINHu_TQ/s1600-h/Mexico+I+1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395092926859375650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/St84brus9CI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7RvKINHu_TQ/s400/Mexico+I+1995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mexico I, 1995--gouache painting  by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting is in recognition of the Zapatista uprising on Jan 1 1994.  I was in Oaxaca about to go to San Cristobal, Chiapas to see friends.  Well, I couldn´t go, as the government of Mexico was bombing the mountains around San Cristobal and the Pan American Highway was closed.  I went a year later.  Today in Oaxaca there is a big demonstration by the teachers, the Popular Assembly and many others against the policies of the state and federal government.  This goes along with the annual celebration of the 1910 revolution in Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, since the violence of 2006 when Federal and State troops attacked peaceful demonstrations by the teachers and others,  the most recent uprisings are not distant, romantic history.  In the painting an indigenous woman from Chiapas is looking out, wondering what will happen in Mexico in her lifetime.  Perhaps she is one of the Zapatistas or one of the many indigenous pueblo people looking to regain power that the Spanish took 500 years ago.  Vamos a ver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3727888879069311400?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3727888879069311400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-dia-de-la-revolucion-post-nov-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3727888879069311400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3727888879069311400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-dia-de-la-revolucion-post-nov-11.html' title='El Dia de la Revolucion   (post Nov 11)'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/St84brus9CI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7RvKINHu_TQ/s72-c/Mexico+I+1995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6741832406297065155</id><published>2009-10-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:24:49.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My visit to San Cristobal de las Casas ( post Nov 20)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fPgyHWb0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eq9rDMXDfgg/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Gabriel+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fPgyHWb0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eq9rDMXDfgg/s320/Kiki+and+Gabriel+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429036037933788994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kiki and Gabriel Suarez, in front of their gallery and restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, has changed substantially since my last visit in 2000.  There are pedestrian streets which are used by everyone.  Buildings in el centro too are painted bright colors giving it a festive feeling.  I lucked out and had 4 days of sunshine and though I didn´t make it out to Chamula because I also had a cold, I did walk the back streets some too, with Kiki on her way to her therapy office.  I was so happy to be with her again.  She and Gabriel and family are doing well with their various galeries, restaurants etc.  You can check out Kiki´s work at &lt;a href="http://www.kikitheartist.com/"&gt;www.kikitheartist.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Gabriel too is a really fine wildlife photographer.  Check out his stunning photos &lt;a href="http://www.gabrielsuarezphoto.com"&gt;www.gabrielsuarezphoto.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki was diagnosed last year with an eye disease that reduces her sight to tunnel vision.  Still she continues painting, photographing, writing and all her other myriad of activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6741832406297065155?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6741832406297065155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-visit-to-san-cristobal-de-las-casas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6741832406297065155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6741832406297065155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-visit-to-san-cristobal-de-las-casas.html' title='My visit to San Cristobal de las Casas ( post Nov 20)'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S1fPgyHWb0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eq9rDMXDfgg/s72-c/Kiki+and+Gabriel+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2695580164930152459</id><published>2009-10-17T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:24:04.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oaxaca for the Day of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Stnb0IOvQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-LaWfwp3xk4/s1600-h/Frida+and+Diego+Return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Stnb0IOvQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-LaWfwp3xk4/s320/Frida+and+Diego+Return.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393583717361861458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this little painting in response to seeing a woman from the Istmus of Tehuantepec selling sugar figures of Tehuanas for transplanted Istmenos' altars at the local market.  The vendor indicated that the figures were only for sale to people from the Istmus.  The female figure here is in full costume of the Tehuanas with their beautiful embroideried blouses and skirts.&lt;br /&gt;I called it "Frida and Diego Return" since Frida often dressed in Tehuana blouses.   I could imagine them posing in this traditional manner, man standing with his hand on the seated woman's shoulder.   Behind the figures is a house altar complete with marigold petals making a path for the departed from the cemetery to the home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2695580164930152459?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2695580164930152459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/oaxaca-for-day-of-dead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2695580164930152459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2695580164930152459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/oaxaca-for-day-of-dead.html' title='Oaxaca for the Day of the Dead'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Stnb0IOvQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-LaWfwp3xk4/s72-c/Frida+and+Diego+Return.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3090838711160800788</id><published>2009-10-14T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:39:50.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the Dead in Oaxaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXj5BMTZBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/r_4g3X-V5C4/s1600-h/Musicos+Del+Campo+Santo+%23+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXj5BMTZBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/r_4g3X-V5C4/s320/Musicos+Del+Campo+Santo+%23+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392466697558123538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Musicos del Campo Santo" (The Grateful Dead??) bring the departed ones out of the cemetery and into our lives every November 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining both the US and Mexican culture you might notice Jerry Garcia's tombstone and the Dead on top of "Further", the Merry Pranksters old bus.&lt;br /&gt;I made this painting the year Jerry Garcia died. &lt;br /&gt;"Amor Sin Palabras", the bus ran from Teotitlan to Oaxaca. This combination magical bus is tearing out of the graveyard full of musicians tombs. A nod here to my roots as a hippy dancing to the Dead at the Fillmore West before they were famous.  Later, going to Mexico, and spending hours riding on "Amor Sin Palabras." (Love without words)--exactly my feelings those first years discovering myself and Oaxaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These paintings represent the party aspect of the Day of the Dead.  The holy days celebrate several different things.  One aspect is honoring and connecting with the ancestors, or the family members who have gone on. Families gather to eat and drink and party-- either in the cemetery or in the home, or both. The living commune with the departed.  It is also a harvest fiesta with altars loaded with food, flowers and drinks. And a link to Hallowmas, the old European pagan holy day on Oct 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXihzPbtoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/12jL0cgmP8I/s1600-h/Dead-She+Returns+to+Rumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXihzPbtoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/12jL0cgmP8I/s320/Dead-She+Returns+to+Rumba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392465199164536450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people go out to party and celebrate in public  with  friends.   Going out usually includes dancing so we have some images of dancers.  The first is a self portrait called "She returns to Rhumba"  a nod to my nights at El Sol y La Luna, La Candela, y mas when I happily danced to Cuban music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXjVQAC68I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qeKbbSW_0Zc/s1600-h/Frida%27s+Salsa--collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXjVQAC68I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qeKbbSW_0Zc/s320/Frida%27s+Salsa--collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392466083057953730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next is a collage called "Frida's Salsa"  a word play here on the dance and the sauce.  The dancing skeletons are from the Spanish tradition, not the Native American tradition. 'Calacas' or skeletons have been used in political art also, criticizing the local politicians, or national ones. They are playful, making fun of what many people see as something serious--life and death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3090838711160800788?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3090838711160800788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcoming-day-of-dead-in-oaxaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3090838711160800788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3090838711160800788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcoming-day-of-dead-in-oaxaca.html' title='Welcoming the Dead in Oaxaca'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StXj5BMTZBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/r_4g3X-V5C4/s72-c/Musicos+Del+Campo+Santo+%23+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1919320687761866499</id><published>2009-10-12T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:51:05.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the Day of the Dead in Teotitlan del Valle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN8C2jKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w6gYREEgKeo/s1600-h/Montano+Fam+etc++Day+of+the+Dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN8C2jKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w6gYREEgKeo/s320/Montano+Fam+etc++Day+of+the+Dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391789567337195458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Montano family gathers on the Day of the Dead.  In this older photo various members hang out with their compadres from Mexico City. They decorated their restaurant El Descanso for Halloween that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 1 various tasks must be accomplished before nightfall.  Clean the house, make a house altar and foods such as tamales. Part of the family goes to the "campo santo" (cemetery) to clean and decorate the graves. In this photo flowers, candles, food etc were loaded in the back of their pick up, along with Troy the dog,  to go to the "panteon" to visit the dead. The departed souls are invited to return to their old homes when the church bell rings at 3 pm.   I went to clean and decorate Karen Turtle's tiny grave and invite her to return too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN5cuJnGNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6vYVOiXSZnE/s1600-h/Dead--Troy+celebrating+Day+of+Dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN5cuJnGNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6vYVOiXSZnE/s320/Dead--Troy+celebrating+Day+of+Dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391786713224255698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen(an American) was like a family member of the Montanos, and a very close friend of mine.   She died unexpectedly in 1992. After her funeral and cremation in Oaxaca, Edmundo got permission to bury her ashes in this Zapotec pueblo.  Karen always wanted to live in one of these pueblos and had longtime friendships in Teotitlan, San Martin Tilcajete, and Arrasola.  All her friends from these towns wanted her ashes for their town panteon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN5Ba1uSeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wm8WfqJsyCs/s1600-h/Dead+--Karen+turtle%27s+grave+teot+cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN5Ba1uSeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wm8WfqJsyCs/s320/Dead+--Karen+turtle%27s+grave+teot+cemetery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391786244184099298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed decorating Karen's grave for a number of years. The Montanos also consider me one of their family members so spending the Day of the Dead with them has been a great pleasure.  Once, Fidel and Mari and I went to the local mill to have the cacao beans, cinnamon and all ground together into chocolate after cleaning the house. Here is a photo of Karen's grave in 1992.  I loved being able to make her little tomb a work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago another person was buried in the same plot. The cross with her name is still there too, behind the new tomb. The man buried there was a close friend of hers and the plot probably belonged to his family when she borrowed the tomb.  Teotitecas are practical people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN4e-tZtsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ke_Qz7mqanc/s1600-h/Dead+teo+cemetery+with+Viviana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN4e-tZtsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ke_Qz7mqanc/s320/Dead+teo+cemetery+with+Viviana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391785652517451458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo Alicia's mother Viviana is cleaning the family plot.  Since the photo was taken, Viviana joined the  family members resting in this beautiful sacred ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As evening arrives the family gathers in their living room in front of the house altar.  Here various members wait to greet visitors who come and go thoughout the night.  Teotitecas don't go to the graveyard for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN4HR-QmLI/AAAAAAAAANs/QnKYiWS5IpQ/s1600-h/Dead--Montano+Family+Day+of+Dead+2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN4HR-QmLI/AAAAAAAAANs/QnKYiWS5IpQ/s320/Dead--Montano+Family+Day+of+Dead+2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391785245371570354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first couples to visit stand in front of the altar, having lit a large white candle, and put their offerings of bread and chocolate on the altar.  They make a prayer in Zapotec. They came in, made the ceremonial handshake with everyone in  line in the previous photo, saying "Shaa". After their prayers,  Edmundo welcomed them and they took seats at the long table, men on one side, and women on the other.  Then  Edmundo started serving shots of mescal, beers, and soft drinks.  The party had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN3J0BSE-I/AAAAAAAAANc/D3EPnA5p58w/s1600-h/DEad++Montano+Altar+Day+of+Dead,+Teot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN3J0BSE-I/AAAAAAAAANc/D3EPnA5p58w/s320/DEad++Montano+Altar+Day+of+Dead,+Teot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391784189359166434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conversations often take place in Zapotec but I enjoy just being present.  Later, this couple will be given fruit, bread and chocolate before they leave for another compadres home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1919320687761866499?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1919320687761866499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-day-of-dead-in-teotitlan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1919320687761866499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1919320687761866499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-day-of-dead-in-teotitlan.html' title='Celebrating the Day of the Dead in Teotitlan del Valle'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StN8C2jKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w6gYREEgKeo/s72-c/Montano+Fam+etc++Day+of+the+Dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1247505954687279767</id><published>2009-10-11T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:57:46.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Altar for Day of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StIcQT94pFI/AAAAAAAAANE/sHob3m3RzD4/s1600-h/Dead--Mitzi+at+home+of+Emilia+Arroyo,+1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StIcQT94pFI/AAAAAAAAANE/sHob3m3RzD4/s400/Dead--Mitzi+at+home+of+Emilia+Arroyo,+1994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391402770479227986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Arroyo took this photo of me standing next to her beautiful home altar during my stay there in 1994.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1247505954687279767?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1247505954687279767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-altar-for-day-of-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1247505954687279767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1247505954687279767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-altar-for-day-of-dead.html' title='House Altar for Day of the Dead'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StIcQT94pFI/AAAAAAAAANE/sHob3m3RzD4/s72-c/Dead--Mitzi+at+home+of+Emilia+Arroyo,+1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5751645561136997585</id><published>2009-10-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:02:27.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin of Guadelupe Appears for Day of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDYGnfwr7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/7QzO_0x-OEk/s1600-h/Dead--Guadelupe+Returns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDYGnfwr7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/7QzO_0x-OEk/s400/Dead--Guadelupe+Returns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391046362155495346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;painting---copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Day of the Dead painting the Virgin reappears in a corn field where the unseen shaman/farmer is making a ceremony.   A small pre hispanic diety is on the right, an incenser and candles on the left.  The Virgin is encased in a grain of corn pollen and holding the Earth in her hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5751645561136997585?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5751645561136997585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/virgin-of-guadelupe-appears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5751645561136997585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5751645561136997585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/virgin-of-guadelupe-appears.html' title='The Virgin of Guadelupe Appears for Day of the Dead'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDYGnfwr7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/7QzO_0x-OEk/s72-c/Dead--Guadelupe+Returns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2447321526559907353</id><published>2009-10-10T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:25:12.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the Dead Public Altars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDQ09l7fFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rfM_9gEiHb0/s1600-h/dead+altar+details+migrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDQ09l7fFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rfM_9gEiHb0/s200/dead+altar+details+migrant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391038362267909202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDPn4PTQrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Nxe7CBbitA/s1600-h/Dead+Altar+for+Migrant+Workers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDPn4PTQrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Nxe7CBbitA/s320/Dead+Altar+for+Migrant+Workers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391037037980893874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's an altar I created with Vicky Ayers who I met while living in Oaxaca years ago.  This altar honors migrant workers who died working in our fields and crossing the border between the US and Mexico.  It is also dedicated to Cesar Chavez.  On the right is a detail of the lower part of the altar.  It was installed at Due Fine Arts in 1997 in conjunction with the annual show at Maude Kerns Gallery in Eugene, Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;Below is an altar I created at Maude Kerns for the Day of Dead show in 2003. It is called "Pensando en La Muerte " and is dedicated to Oaxaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDPFypvwWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AZTa5FVxQ88/s1600-h/Dead--La+Muerte+%28altar%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDPFypvwWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AZTa5FVxQ88/s400/Dead--La+Muerte+%28altar%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391036452365648226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2447321526559907353?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2447321526559907353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-dead-public-altars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2447321526559907353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2447321526559907353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-dead-public-altars.html' title='Day of the Dead Public Altars'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/StDQ09l7fFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rfM_9gEiHb0/s72-c/dead+altar+details+migrant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-4883505231528097102</id><published>2009-10-05T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:04:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free to Sail Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SspB3pxqlUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w-lVduTuxwk/s1600-h/Oasis+%23+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SspB3pxqlUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w-lVduTuxwk/s400/Oasis+%23+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192328464995650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oasis (Number 1 )"--gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    My Boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    My boat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    the guru,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    pointing towards a shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    I can only trust is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    Glimpsing it rarely from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    Samsaric daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    of conflicted thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    My boat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    the guru,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    pure awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    clear energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    empty of all desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    and remorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    free to sail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    with no shore in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;copyright, Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-4883505231528097102?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4883505231528097102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-to-sail-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4883505231528097102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/4883505231528097102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-to-sail-away.html' title='Free to Sail Away'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SspB3pxqlUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w-lVduTuxwk/s72-c/Oasis+%23+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1193084678709022828</id><published>2009-10-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:23:12.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Autumn Equinox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Ss4tzTR15jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B9PyBYDyiMU/s1600-h/Autumn+at+Ghost+Ranch+NM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Ss4tzTR15jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B9PyBYDyiMU/s400/Autumn+at+Ghost+Ranch+NM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390296163380749874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken at the Ghost Ranch, near Abiquiu, NM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Observation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight glitters through spider webs,&lt;br /&gt;glistens in buzzing wings of insects,&lt;br /&gt;glimmers in bird wings rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breeze quakes the golden aspen tree.&lt;br /&gt;The suchness of an autumn evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of winter cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The dark, the damp, the cold.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile a shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;occupies my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1193084678709022828?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1193084678709022828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-autumn-equinox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1193084678709022828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1193084678709022828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-autumn-equinox.html' title='Past Autumn Equinox'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Ss4tzTR15jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B9PyBYDyiMU/s72-c/Autumn+at+Ghost+Ranch+NM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8978140768208936246</id><published>2009-09-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:34:39.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage to Tara the Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sp10AGEeHlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KyydPD1h2K4/s1600-h/Taras+Reclining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sp10AGEeHlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KyydPD1h2K4/s400/Taras+Reclining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376581075128426066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taras Reclining    gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the huge reclining Buddhas carved from stone lying on their sides that are being excavated in Afganistan.  (Related in size and history to the ones destroyed by the Taliban at Bamiyan)&lt;br /&gt;That inspired this painting.  The flowers are descending from the sky and the flowering mountain. (thanks to Martin Prechtel for the flowering mountain idea)  The flowers refer to the white flowers that appear on Cazahuate trees all over the Oaxaca Valley at the end of the rainy season. Also they refer to the "Shower of Blessings", the results of a successful practice of a Tibetan Buddhist ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sp1zvxvGEDI/AAAAAAAAAII/7yqYi9nyT4A/s1600-h/tara+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sp1zvxvGEDI/AAAAAAAAAII/7yqYi9nyT4A/s400/tara+drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376580794792153138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tara Drawing by unknown artist&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an old best friend Tara appears to guide and care for her devotees.  Goddess of compassion, protector, saviour, and healer among other things.  Tara is worshiped by Tibetan Buddhists and Hindus.  She was/is also a Celtic goddess.  I am most familiar with the Tibetan Tara, in her most common White, Green and Red embodiments.  One mantra I use is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Om Tare Tam So Ha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8978140768208936246?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8978140768208936246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/09/homage-to-tara-goddess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8978140768208936246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8978140768208936246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/09/homage-to-tara-goddess.html' title='Homage to Tara the Goddess'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sp10AGEeHlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KyydPD1h2K4/s72-c/Taras+Reclining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2374126680171208098</id><published>2009-07-31T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:47:28.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographer Marcey Jacobsen 19ll-2009  (Homage)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SnNsJLp5TLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OkYOpgNv6zY/s1600-h/Marcey+Jacobsen+and+Kiki+Suarez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 389px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364750486131526834" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SnNsJLp5TLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OkYOpgNv6zY/s400/Marcey+Jacobsen+and+Kiki+Suarez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Friends Marcey Jacobsen (left) and Kiki Suarez (right) at Hotel Casa Mexicana in San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico. Taken during my last visit some years ago after lunch together. Remembering and honoring Marcey today and  my two friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SnMNBOctEaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fGOvCQgIfj0/s1600-h/marcey+photo++Sn+Cristobal+de+las+Casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 316px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364645895837913506" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SnMNBOctEaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fGOvCQgIfj0/s400/marcey+photo++Sn+Cristobal+de+las+Casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Marcey Jacobsen from the street outside  her house and garden  in San Cristobal de Las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcey passed over on July 26, 2009.  It was a privilege to know her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can find her photos of life in the highlands of Chiapas in her book called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Burden of Time&lt;/span&gt; published by Stanford University Press.  I believe she lived in San Cristobal for at least 50 years, spending time in New York to earn money to support her life and photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She gave me this print and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another as a reward for getting some developing trays to her during the early 90's.  I put the large stainless steel trays in my suitcases to Oaxaca.  A man I met in Oaxaca took them to Marcey in San Cristobal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link to nytimes blog with Marcey's photos and more information &lt;a href="http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/13/parting"&gt;http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/13/parting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/13/parting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2374126680171208098?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2374126680171208098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/07/homage-to-marcey-jacobsen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2374126680171208098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2374126680171208098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/07/homage-to-marcey-jacobsen.html' title='Photographer Marcey Jacobsen 19ll-2009  (Homage)'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SnNsJLp5TLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OkYOpgNv6zY/s72-c/Marcey+Jacobsen+and+Kiki+Suarez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3507941913724265740</id><published>2009-07-06T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:04:53.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitzi Linn's Annual Studio Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SmZWEz-0giI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HXYm_SJbCh4/s1600-h/Adam+and+Eve+in+Palm+Springs+Angel+Resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SmZWEz-0giI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HXYm_SJbCh4/s400/Adam+and+Eve+in+Palm+Springs+Angel+Resort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361067047104315938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache painting "Adam and Eve visit the Happy Angel Resort"     copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SlKEQKXruHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xxyWWnS6sJc/s1600-h/Womantrees+Dancing--Divas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SlKEQKXruHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xxyWWnS6sJc/s400/Womantrees+Dancing--Divas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355488320093403250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache Painting: " Womantrees Dancing: Divas"  copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SlKDLJzA2AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dtMglYA_ojQ/s1600-h/Oaxaca+II-2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SlKDLJzA2AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dtMglYA_ojQ/s400/Oaxaca+II-2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487134528624642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache Painting   "Oaxaca II--2004"  copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SlKCBsVlXFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y74pGWj1OW4/s1600-h/Oaxacascape--Fiery+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SlKCBsVlXFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y74pGWj1OW4/s400/Oaxacascape--Fiery+Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355485872490110034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache Painting  "Oaxacascape: Fiery Sunset" copyright Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These paintings can be seen at my studio sale in Eugene, Oregon.  Please email me at mitzi_linn@yahoo.com if you'd like more information about the sale or the paintings.   Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3507941913724265740?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3507941913724265740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/07/mitzi-linns-annual-studio-sale-in-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3507941913724265740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3507941913724265740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/07/mitzi-linns-annual-studio-sale-in-july.html' title='Mitzi Linn&apos;s Annual Studio Sale'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SmZWEz-0giI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HXYm_SJbCh4/s72-c/Adam+and+Eve+in+Palm+Springs+Angel+Resort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8054455861333994045</id><published>2009-06-29T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:37:43.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Skjb1b-ZuPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QbpxE4znkBI/s1600-h/Waterwoman+visits+Sonoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Skjb1b-ZuPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QbpxE4znkBI/s400/Waterwoman+visits+Sonoma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352769868218874098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                    Gouache Painting--Waterwoman visits Sonoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Deer     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(excerpt from longer poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become enamored with deer.&lt;br /&gt;They cross the yard, eating willow leaves&lt;br /&gt;and ground covers.  The doe has shown her baby&lt;br /&gt;once, awkwardly standing in the neighbors’&lt;br /&gt;yard with them sitting in plastic white chairs.&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors made no moves.&lt;br /&gt;The old woman talked kindly while&lt;br /&gt;throwing the doe apples.  These neighbors fenced&lt;br /&gt;a garden on the deers’ route.  The sign&lt;br /&gt;on the gate says “The Buck Stops Here”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sugarloaf Park, in Sonoma, this spring,&lt;br /&gt;I had an eight deer morning.&lt;br /&gt;They graced my isolated campsite.&lt;br /&gt;Only ears and antlers told of their presence&lt;br /&gt;in tall grasses climbing above their shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;green turning golden by early June.&lt;br /&gt;I lay watching their private showing.&lt;br /&gt;I loved them as much as I loved the trail horses&lt;br /&gt;penned at the barn.  I smiled at&lt;br /&gt;does teaching their fawns to eat baled hay,&lt;br /&gt;stacked behind the corral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving deer brings joy and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;They are so quiet, graceful, beautiful......&lt;br /&gt;Those lasting glimpses.&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to accept their suffering, against which&lt;br /&gt;Their grace and beauty offer no shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of me they speak to is the&lt;br /&gt;One that never wants wilderness to end,&lt;br /&gt;the One who never wants to have to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and fit into the real world. The One&lt;br /&gt;who always wants to  disappear into the&lt;br /&gt;shadows of the bay laurel&lt;br /&gt;or backyard weeping-willow.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to forage off the land,&lt;br /&gt;Never be fenced in or out.&lt;br /&gt;And live in perpetual summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a potluck with friends last night Tina reminded me of the painting above.  This summer housesitting again where the deer cross the yard daily, and having spent years seeing new fawns, the doe in the poem is at least the grandmother of the current ones that I see leading their tiny fawns through the break in the fence towards Gig and Ken's house where they lounge in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8054455861333994045?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8054455861333994045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/deer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8054455861333994045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8054455861333994045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/deer.html' title='Deer'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Skjb1b-ZuPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QbpxE4znkBI/s72-c/Waterwoman+visits+Sonoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6562587969957457266</id><published>2009-06-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:37:49.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bananaleaf Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SjlBiapt8FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MTtJIaMwmzQ/s1600-h/Bananaleaf+Series--Magic+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SjlBiapt8FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MTtJIaMwmzQ/s400/Bananaleaf+Series--Magic+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378092004831314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ouache Painting  The Bananaleaf Series:  Magic Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series started in the spring of 1993 in Oaxaca.  Within the tropical landscape, inspired by the Oaxaca coast scenery, you find two faceless women.....to say that human beings are part of the earth herself.  In other paintings in the series, the bodies are less discernible as female.  Still, I value the feminine and the spiritual feminine and the rebirth of that energy in the last 40 + years.  We need the nurturing of our Mother Earth and the point of view of feminism and deep ecology.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6562587969957457266?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6562587969957457266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/bananaleaf-series.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6562587969957457266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6562587969957457266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/bananaleaf-series.html' title='The Bananaleaf Series'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SjlBiapt8FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MTtJIaMwmzQ/s72-c/Bananaleaf+Series--Magic+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-8268169746694694726</id><published>2009-06-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:56:16.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Dakini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SiXU5egoujI/AAAAAAAAAGo/De1wvANpeAE/s1600-h/Blue+Dakini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SiXU5egoujI/AAAAAAAAAGo/De1wvANpeAE/s400/Blue+Dakini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342910616852544050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;      Gouache painting "The Blue Dakini" 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                For the Yogi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              The Dakini danced before his very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;                                              She danced inside him.&lt;br /&gt;                                              He became warm, then hot,&lt;br /&gt;                                              with a kind of passion,&lt;br /&gt;                                              Burning&lt;br /&gt;                                              to possess her&lt;br /&gt;                                              to dance with her&lt;br /&gt;                                              to connect with her&lt;br /&gt;                                              to make love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              The only way was to dance,&lt;br /&gt;                                              to become one with her&lt;br /&gt;                                              never-faltering energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Then, it was easy to let go&lt;br /&gt;                                              to not want&lt;br /&gt;                                              to not have to have&lt;br /&gt;                                              to not need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Just be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;          Easter 1991, Oaxaca&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         From Chapbook "We put our bones  together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-8268169746694694726?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8268169746694694726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-can-know-dancer-from-dance-wb-yeats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8268169746694694726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/8268169746694694726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-can-know-dancer-from-dance-wb-yeats.html' title='The Blue Dakini'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SiXU5egoujI/AAAAAAAAAGo/De1wvANpeAE/s72-c/Blue+Dakini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6259257321573896089</id><published>2009-05-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:25:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Plaza (Gouache Painting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShycYo7hmoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2EadOHBosQc/s1600-h/From+the+Plaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShycYo7hmoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2EadOHBosQc/s400/From+the+Plaza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340315205272443522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShmJEmnSBYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/apSA8GzUKUw/s1600-h/La+Danza+de+la+Pina--St.+Domingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShmJEmnSBYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/apSA8GzUKUw/s400/La+Danza+de+la+Pina--St.+Domingo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339449545402221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first image is my painting, evoking a grand old church, of which there are many in downtown Oaxaca. This one may be in some pueblo in the valley with  the magical blue horse hanging out near an anthropomorphic urn with calla lillies.   Actually, Templo Santo Domingo was the inspiration for this painting and others in the small group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second image (a postcard) is of dancers on the plaza in front of Templo Santo Domingo performing the Dance of the Pineapple.  This dance comes from the tropical area of the state of Oaxaca around Tuxtepec.  The beautiful young women wear huipiles (handwoven dresses) representing that area.  This dance seems to represent  young women's puberty dance--presenting themselves to the pueblo (people).  The pineapple is the perfect symbol of  the matriz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancers gather to celebrate many things in downtown Oaxaca--sometimes for a public show and sometimes for private events, like marriages at Santo Domingo.  Oaxaquenos enjoy the colorful folklorico presentations complete with traditional live music from local bands.  It is common to see a group of young people practicing dances in El Llano Park.  I love the dances, so energetic, sensual, entertaining, vibrant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6259257321573896089?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6259257321573896089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-danza-de-la-pina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6259257321573896089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6259257321573896089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-danza-de-la-pina.html' title='From the Plaza (Gouache Painting)'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShycYo7hmoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2EadOHBosQc/s72-c/From+the+Plaza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2322740147081647810</id><published>2009-05-17T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:53:01.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Alma de Oaxaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShBp_XVYxyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZDpndzyeCNU/s1600-h/Oaxacascape-City+Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShBp_XVYxyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZDpndzyeCNU/s400/Oaxacascape-City+Street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882095750432546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gouache Painting by Mitzi Linn  "Oaxacascape: City Street"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the old adobe and green stone (cantara) architecture of  Oaxaca's "El Centro".   Living near Santo Domingo in 1988/89, and walking daily through the zocalo on my way to the market, I could see the natural hills and mountains surrounding the small city.  I never thought of it as a "colonial city" though Cortes himself built a house there and one time I housesat one of the oldest houses in Oaxaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaxaca has grown dramatically since 1995. It is a world class tourist destination, named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in the 1990's.  Many of the old buildings have been restored and some are now museums and libraries, as well as cultural centers. Pedestrian streets opened up.    Now it is a "colonial city" in tourist brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from all over Mexico  moved to Oaxaca too, increasing the local population in the valley to a million (or more) people. When I started living part time in Oaxaca in the late 80's, the population was under 200,000 in the valley.  Then there were hardly any cars on the streets because credit to buy them was not available.  Walking in the city was an intense pleasure. The blooming trees, the quiet neighborhoods.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small community of artists, musicians and creative types found each other at El Sol y La Luna restraurant for good food and drink, art exhibits and live music.  Then we moved on to La Candela and Los Guajiros to dance to Cuban music.  We met at  art openings at La Mano Magica and Arte de Oaxaca.  I felt a welcome part of this Oaxacan and international scene.  It encouraged me to become an artist--the midlife choice that gave me a renewed appreciation of culture and creative expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2322740147081647810?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2322740147081647810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-alma-de-oaxaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2322740147081647810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2322740147081647810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-alma-de-oaxaca.html' title='La Alma de Oaxaca'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ShBp_XVYxyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZDpndzyeCNU/s72-c/Oaxacascape-City+Street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3700985889846145283</id><published>2009-05-14T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:00:10.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floral Textiles from Oaxaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sgww6vpeMmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZVoNq6gB2Lg/s1600-h/Oaxaca+Textile+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sgww6vpeMmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZVoNq6gB2Lg/s400/Oaxaca+Textile+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335693444308152930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SgwwHbE17tI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3XXw5MX6G-8/s1600-h/Oaxaca+Textile+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SgwwHbE17tI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3XXw5MX6G-8/s400/Oaxaca+Textile+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335692562612481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting some examples of  Oaxacan embroidery from a textile show several years ago in Oaxaca city. Now there is a textile museum which preserves the beautiful works of women and men artisans.  An offering for springing into summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3700985889846145283?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3700985889846145283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/floral-textiles-from-oaxaca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3700985889846145283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3700985889846145283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/floral-textiles-from-oaxaca.html' title='Floral Textiles from Oaxaca'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sgww6vpeMmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZVoNq6gB2Lg/s72-c/Oaxaca+Textile+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7105607625069791114</id><published>2009-05-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:57:04.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte Alban--Sacred Ceremonial City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sf4t0_JFZbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ij3Rx8_PYFs/s1600-h/oaxacascape-mercado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sf4t0_JFZbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ij3Rx8_PYFs/s320/oaxacascape-mercado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331749397179229618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gouache painting--Oaxacascape: Mercado below, Monte Alban above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Influenced by the Olmecs, the Zapotecs built Monte Alban(Danibaan in Zapotec) on a mountaintop near what is now the city of Oaxaca. Construction began in 500 BC.  The site was abandoned around 800 AD.  Monte Alban functioned as an inhabited sacred space for over 1000 years, at least 1500 years before the Aztecs came to power in 1200 AD in central Mexico.     According to Marcus Winter, an INAH archaeologist who helped excavate it, Monte Alban was one of the first ceremonial cities built by any culture in Mesoamerica.  The top of the mountain was leveled and pyramidal bases with temples on top were constructed on an immense flat plaza.  They flattened the mountain top without draft animals, wheels or slaves-- an act of devotion to their pantheon of deities.  From Oaxaca city you can look up and see the tree and stone walls of the North Temple Complex miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Monte Alban wasn’t "discovered" by outsiders until the 20th century, the locals continued to use it as a ceremonial place after its abandonment between the 9th-11th century.  Shamans, priests,kings, midwifes and commoners climbed the sacred mountain to make prayers and  rituals on top of earth covered pyramids which looked like mounds.  So,  Monte Alban, while abandoned as a public ceremonial center, continued to be used as a revered, sacred space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Schele (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mayan Cosmos&lt;/span&gt;) said that the Mayans destroyed their pyramids on purpose and covered them with earth when they abandoned their cities around 800 AD.  It was their way of “closing” down these sacred, energy centers.   I assume the Zapotecs did the same.  Local farmers started planting corn in the old plazas.  Danibaan  seemed to return to nature.   Hernando Cortez and his soldiers never saw the old city on the mountaintop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Oaxaca, where the archaic integrates with the modern,  I finally  discovered our continent’s ancient, pre-European civilizations.   Standing on a pyramidal temple base at Monte Alban in 1982,  I remembered the overgrown "Indian"  mound I played on as a child in southern Indiana--it too was built around 500 BC.   I intuitively understood their connection.  It inspired me to dig into the mystery of our old cultures in the Americas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excerpt from "Mi Querida Oaxaca" an unpublished manuscript by Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7105607625069791114?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7105607625069791114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/monte-alban-ceremonial-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7105607625069791114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7105607625069791114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/monte-alban-ceremonial-city.html' title='Monte Alban--Sacred Ceremonial City'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sf4t0_JFZbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ij3Rx8_PYFs/s72-c/oaxacascape-mercado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-5290165950942350503</id><published>2009-04-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:51:05.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prehispanic Dance Figure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SfT4LHjKmOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XUSQoY6BKUA/s1600-h/Zapotec+Star+Image--Pleiades+%2B+Eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SfT4LHjKmOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XUSQoY6BKUA/s400/Zapotec+Star+Image--Pleiades+%2B+Eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157128974932194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                              Gouache painting           "Zapotec Star Figure: the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pleiades&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting was inspired by a stone carving I found at a museum in Oaxaca.  The carving was the figure with a sun/moon eclipse face on a block of stone. The figure looks like a dancer. I added the thunderbolt symbols to symbolize energy, and spirals representing stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Zapotec looked at it and told me that the figure represents the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pleiades&lt;/span&gt;, a star group really important to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mesoamerican&lt;/span&gt; cultures. The Zapotec culture at Oaxaca  may have created the first Mesoamerican  calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a connection to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pleiades&lt;/span&gt;, that tiny kite formation that travels across the northern winter night sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pleiades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fly Overhead (poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if time itself has meaning&lt;br /&gt;and space lies beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;or, as if the brevity of a single breath&lt;br /&gt;encompasses a moment of&lt;br /&gt;recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words  distract the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom distills moments.&lt;br /&gt;Divine liquor drops onto our&lt;br /&gt;parched tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is a god of suffering,&lt;br /&gt;a  compassionate mother of all beings,&lt;br /&gt;or a flash of colliding angels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck, dumb&lt;br /&gt;Grace enters us,&lt;br /&gt;The clear light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Oaxaca, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleiades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; has a 52 year cycle. The Sun,  Moon, and Venusian calendars also come together every 52 years.   52 years is the “century” cycle of the old  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesoamerican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; calendars-- Zapotec, Toltec, Mayan, Aztec etc.  A new cycle was celebrated every 52 years.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleiades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is also tied to the annual agricultural cycles of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesoamerican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cultures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-5290165950942350503?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5290165950942350503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/prehispanic-dance-figure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5290165950942350503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/5290165950942350503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/prehispanic-dance-figure.html' title='Prehispanic Dance Figure'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SfT4LHjKmOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XUSQoY6BKUA/s72-c/Zapotec+Star+Image--Pleiades+%2B+Eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7844820840545241861</id><published>2009-04-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:01:16.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Sin Palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SeFQkcwxjzI/AAAAAAAAADw/ISn6VJjZ7BI/s1600-h/Oaxacascape-Turtles+rising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SeFQkcwxjzI/AAAAAAAAADw/ISn6VJjZ7BI/s400/Oaxacascape-Turtles+rising.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323624821654916914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                 Gouache Painting--Oaxacascape : Turtles Rising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor Sin Palabras (poem)&lt;br /&gt;(Love  Without  Words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am riding the bus called&lt;br /&gt;“Amor Sin Palabras”&lt;br /&gt;from Teotitlan to Oaxaca.&lt;br /&gt;I’m seated alone,&lt;br /&gt;the only guera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo querido,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in your rebozo&lt;br /&gt;of loving-kindness,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying your precious tlayudas,&lt;br /&gt;Washed in the gold of sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Delighted with the afternoon’s visit,&lt;br /&gt;Full of gratitude for your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I ride in bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Amor sin palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, shining as we see each other,&lt;br /&gt;Talk with our hearts’ eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Directly,&lt;br /&gt;Without fear or games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright Mitzi Linn 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like the way buses are named in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;"Amor Sin Palabras" and another bus called "Amor de Unas Horas’"or &lt;br /&gt; ‘Love of a Few Hours’ ran between Oaxaca city  and Teotitlan Del Valle&lt;br /&gt;during the 1990's.  The names came from titles of Columbian music hits,&lt;br /&gt;the driver informed me.  It was those late afternoon, sunset trips back to Oaxaca that inspired the gold/yellow skies that you see in my painting&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Oaxaca from the far north tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7844820840545241861?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7844820840545241861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-sin-palabras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7844820840545241861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7844820840545241861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-sin-palabras.html' title='Amor Sin Palabras'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SeFQkcwxjzI/AAAAAAAAADw/ISn6VJjZ7BI/s72-c/Oaxacascape-Turtles+rising.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6433040540962995914</id><published>2009-04-04T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:25:48.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feathered (Plumed)Serpent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sdfv-YlbHWI/AAAAAAAAADY/RsZ966S99O4/s1600-h/Feathered+Serpent:Tree+of+Life:Daystars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sdfv-YlbHWI/AAAAAAAAADY/RsZ966S99O4/s400/Feathered+Serpent:Tree+of+Life:Daystars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320985339791875426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gouache Painting.  "The Feathered Serpent Climbs the Tree of Life--Daystars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serpents, as symbols of wisdom and transformation, have been found in nearly all ancient cultures.  Serpent-power refers to the kundalini energy said to lie sleeping at the base of the spine.  It rises up the spine (the tree of life) usually through specific meditation practices or dance.  The rising of the kundalini brings ecstatic awareness and enlightenment.  Serpents are often identified with the feminine principle and call up the matriarchal roots of modern, patriarchal culture.  In this painting the feathered serpent climbs the tree of life.  This could symbolize ecstatic awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mexico, the feathered serpent refers to the mythological and historical priest-king called Quetzalcoatl.  He was a culture bringer, magician and said to be an enlightened being who was against harming others.  At least  one king held the title of the "the Quetzalcoatl" and it seems there were other emanations of Quetzalcoatl.  It was probably a priesthood.  One   emanation is said to be buried at Tule, Oaxaca under the 2000 year old "Tule" tree--a tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetzalcoatl (the priest-king) was tricked by his brother, broke a taboo and had to leave his home at Tollan.  He and his followers visited many parts of Mexico teaching people crafts, language, spiritual practices, and agriculture.  In the  Gulf of Mexico near Veracruz he sailed into the unknown and turned into the morning star. He predicted his return to the same place in the year 1 Reed....the year Cortes arrived.  Many thought Cortes was Quetzalcoatl.  That is why Cortes was welcomed at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in my travels while visiting Walpi (Hopi Mesa) where the  serpent  has  important ritual significance,  I was showing these images to my guide, a young woman.  She said there is a Hopi prophecy--"when the feathered serpent climbs the tree of life,......" Before she could finish the statement another guide interrupted our conversation. I suppose it is secret information.   I  wonder if anyone can finish that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6433040540962995914?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6433040540962995914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/feathered-plumedserpent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6433040540962995914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6433040540962995914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/feathered-plumedserpent.html' title='The Feathered (Plumed)Serpent'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sdfv-YlbHWI/AAAAAAAAADY/RsZ966S99O4/s72-c/Feathered+Serpent:Tree+of+Life:Daystars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3326964607298836391</id><published>2009-03-26T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:48:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphrodite as the Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Scu_pHLghrI/AAAAAAAAADI/jJX36dfQgjU/s1600-h/New+Mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Scu_pHLghrI/AAAAAAAAADI/jJX36dfQgjU/s400/New+Mermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317554498063861426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                     Gouache painting entitled "The New Mermaid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poem for Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borne of wind and spray&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;Goddess of Tantra&lt;br /&gt;Bringer of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left your freedom for another time&lt;br /&gt;Mother of the Sea, and Eros.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot listen at once&lt;br /&gt;to all you say. Your sounds calm us&lt;br /&gt;They transfix us in this world of&lt;br /&gt;wind and spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the world of noisy machines&lt;br /&gt;to listen to the insides of shells.&lt;br /&gt;Your secrets  reveal us to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We lie washed up, entangled&lt;br /&gt;in what is and what we dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, about to take wing&lt;br /&gt;You hold our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You give our spirits wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright Mitzi Linn, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3326964607298836391?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3326964607298836391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/aphrodite-as-mermaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3326964607298836391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3326964607298836391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/aphrodite-as-mermaid.html' title='Aphrodite as the Mermaid'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Scu_pHLghrI/AAAAAAAAADI/jJX36dfQgjU/s72-c/New+Mermaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-6288664711293992198</id><published>2009-03-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:37:50.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Womantrees: Spring Exuberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ScgBAvlOdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/3havnKl5jmk/s1600-h/Wmtrees-Spring+exuberance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ScgBAvlOdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/3havnKl5jmk/s400/Wmtrees-Spring+exuberance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316500472395101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; This gouache painting expresses the feelings I have seeing plants flowering and springing forth again, another year, another cycle.   Let's join these Womentrees in their springtime dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-6288664711293992198?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6288664711293992198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/womantrees-spring-exuberance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6288664711293992198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/6288664711293992198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/womantrees-spring-exuberance.html' title='Womantrees: Spring Exuberance'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/ScgBAvlOdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/3havnKl5jmk/s72-c/Wmtrees-Spring+exuberance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3355768347397962457</id><published>2009-03-06T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:51:25.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windhorse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SbHekRzB07I/AAAAAAAAABU/4TNAJcx1-6k/s1600-h/Little+blue+flying+horse-Pop+Chalee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SbHekRzB07I/AAAAAAAAABU/4TNAJcx1-6k/s400/Little+blue+flying+horse-Pop+Chalee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310270150480614322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Title: Little Blue Flying Horse by Pop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chalee&lt;/span&gt; --Native American artist-- painting on wall of the New Mexico Statehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Ride a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Windhorse&lt;/span&gt; Across the Sky of Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enormous full moon&lt;br /&gt;demands I look up from headlights and&lt;br /&gt;street crossings to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;our wild beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that our Animal ancestors paused&lt;br /&gt;as they masked themselves as humans,&lt;br /&gt;then stood on two legs to dance together,&lt;br /&gt;no longer recognizable to themselves as Bear, Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;Tiger, Coyote, Turtle, Deer, Snake, Horse,  Bird......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made an evolutionary leap of faith,&lt;br /&gt;Were not able to take off their disguises,&lt;br /&gt;nor return to walking on four legs or flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are mourning their choice, their loss of&lt;br /&gt;connection to the high, dry wild and wetland, forests,&lt;br /&gt;no longer part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They relate their stories to each other while dancing,&lt;br /&gt;never stopping to remove their too human faces.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the Creator no longer recognizes them,&lt;br /&gt;as they no longer recognize themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they dream of liberation through technology,&lt;br /&gt;to move into outer space star worlds,&lt;br /&gt;liberated from their earth animal nature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;encapsuled&lt;/span&gt; weightless in a spaceship box,&lt;br /&gt;looking from control panels&lt;br /&gt;into the blackness of passing stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Molecules freeze into passages of unwritten books.&lt;br /&gt;We will only read the lines much later when&lt;br /&gt;the remains of this civilization, this story,&lt;br /&gt;lie buried beneath ash and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as before,&lt;br /&gt;At the openings of dark earth tunnels,&lt;br /&gt;under cliff outcroppings, shelters, past and future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homecomers&lt;/span&gt; from that outer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spacebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will put on animal masks,&lt;br /&gt;pick up the drum and dance  Bear,  Monkey,  Snake&lt;br /&gt;Bird,  Coyote,  Tiger,  Deer, Horse&lt;br /&gt;back from oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           copyright Mitzi Linn, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3355768347397962457?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3355768347397962457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/windhorse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3355768347397962457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3355768347397962457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/windhorse.html' title='Windhorse'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SbHekRzB07I/AAAAAAAAABU/4TNAJcx1-6k/s72-c/Little+blue+flying+horse-Pop+Chalee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-7371510105091353991</id><published>2009-03-01T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:53:04.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Woman's Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sapa0bqkskI/AAAAAAAAABE/5djyM25wOBU/s1600-h/pause+in+the+journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sapa0bqkskI/AAAAAAAAABE/5djyM25wOBU/s400/pause+in+the+journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308154967635571266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                      Gouache Painting:  Pause in the Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Follow the path your heart takes" was the advice given to Carlos Castaneda  by Don Juan in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; The Teachings of Don Juan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coyote Woman and her contemporaries read the book while ingesting hallucinogenic substances.  They followed Don Juan's advice and started  journeys of self discovery, rejecting the materialist environment of the mainstream culture 40 plus years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They created a counter culture within America--based on spiritual values of integrating heart, mind and spirit.  Their search continues to experience  transcendence within a grounded ideal of community and caring for  others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you follow your hearts' path, your life will be full of a passion for living, for being awake and making everyday an enlightening journey of awareness, energy and love (compassion). Transcendence is the ultimate goal behind any passion, the source of all creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-7371510105091353991?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7371510105091353991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/coyote-womans-passion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7371510105091353991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/7371510105091353991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/coyote-womans-passion.html' title='Coyote Woman&apos;s Passion'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/Sapa0bqkskI/AAAAAAAAABE/5djyM25wOBU/s72-c/pause+in+the+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1990958055050413950</id><published>2009-02-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:59:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibetan New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SaGvCoSFzNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0aATDUrRZXA/s1600-h/Gyaltrul,+Rinpoche+initiates+Kyote+%28the+dog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SaGvCoSFzNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0aATDUrRZXA/s320/Gyaltrul,+Rinpoche+initiates+Kyote+%28the+dog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305714295727049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's an old photo of  Venerable Gyaltrul, Rinpoche initiating Kyote--Coyote Woman's longtime dog friend.&lt;br /&gt;Rinpoche once mentioned that Kyote would be reborn as a human being--someone I would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Tibetan New Year, Losar, on Feb 25.&lt;br /&gt;May all beings be free of suffering!&lt;br /&gt;May all beings be happy--have the causes of happiness!&lt;br /&gt;May the Tibetans be free to practice their religion and culture in Tibet without repression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1990958055050413950?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1990958055050413950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/tibetan-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1990958055050413950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1990958055050413950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/tibetan-new-year.html' title='Tibetan New Year'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SaGvCoSFzNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0aATDUrRZXA/s72-c/Gyaltrul,+Rinpoche+initiates+Kyote+%28the+dog%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-2536441015685181777</id><published>2009-02-16T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:18:56.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Women Meet in the Zocalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SZm47PaRhJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OZ44CXQJ4oc/s1600-h/Coyote+Women+meet+in+the+Zocalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SZm47PaRhJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OZ44CXQJ4oc/s320/Coyote+Women+meet+in+the+Zocalo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303473364093994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                 Painted in Oaxaca in 1993 for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Dia de los Muertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's afternoon, the Coyote Women gossip with the Feathered Serpent under a tree in the main square.  What could they be talking about? Perhaps the up-coming Mardi Gras  comparsa and fiesta that precedes Lent.  But then again they could be laughing about their latest adventures or who they are meeting at Bar Jardin later.  I can only speculate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-2536441015685181777?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2536441015685181777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/coyote-women-meet-in-zocalo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2536441015685181777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/2536441015685181777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/coyote-women-meet-in-zocalo.html' title='Coyote Women Meet in the Zocalo'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SZm47PaRhJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OZ44CXQJ4oc/s72-c/Coyote+Women+meet+in+the+Zocalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-3750388075319495099</id><published>2009-02-14T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:30:41.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Womans bouquet for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SZd8UCpDxKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sMyrZ45Flm0/s1600-h/Calla+Lillies+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SZd8UCpDxKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sMyrZ45Flm0/s320/Calla+Lillies+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302843770000360610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here's a little present for El Dia del Amor,&lt;br /&gt;In Mexico, we celebrate all kinds of love,&lt;br /&gt;not just romantic love. It is love that heals us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting is of calla lillies in an ancient&lt;br /&gt;anthropomorphic vase, like those found in&lt;br /&gt;tombs of ancient Zapotecs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-3750388075319495099?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3750388075319495099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/bouquet-for-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3750388075319495099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/3750388075319495099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/bouquet-for-valentines-day.html' title='Coyote Womans bouquet for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/SZd8UCpDxKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sMyrZ45Flm0/s72-c/Calla+Lillies+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1841462983711012658</id><published>2009-02-12T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:46:57.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Woman's Counsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2x1Z-Q2Z_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/QD174ASewQw/s1600-h/Coyote+Woman+Reviews+her+50+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2x1Z-Q2Z_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/QD174ASewQw/s400/Coyote+Woman+Reviews+her+50+years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434847939400198130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coyote Woman Reviews her first 50 Years.    Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1841462983711012658?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1841462983711012658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/coyote-womans-counsel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1841462983711012658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1841462983711012658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/coyote-womans-counsel.html' title='Coyote Woman&apos;s Counsel'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2x1Z-Q2Z_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/QD174ASewQw/s72-c/Coyote+Woman+Reviews+her+50+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230561242183303071.post-1199775298609081781</id><published>2009-02-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:49:37.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>Coyote Woman's Counsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2x2I5WzEhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mDnrvA0AEnY/s1600-h/Coyote+Woman+Visits+Abiquiu+NM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2x2I5WzEhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mDnrvA0AEnY/s400/Coyote+Woman+Visits+Abiquiu+NM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434848745536819730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coyote Woman Visits Abiqui, New Mexico--Gouache painting by Mitzi Linn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coyote Woman said  I could go out and pluck the moon from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;She then told me to hold it in my palm and make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a pure crystal ball, I offered it to the Universe and&lt;br /&gt;wished to have a free spirit, a loving heart and an adventurous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I should share it with other beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2230561242183303071-1199775298609081781?l=mitzilinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1199775298609081781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/coyote-womans-counsel_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1199775298609081781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2230561242183303071/posts/default/1199775298609081781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitzilinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/coyote-womans-counsel_12.html' title='Coyote Woman&apos;s Counsel'/><author><name>Mitzi Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05167793497585467643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrfqyoWYCOU/TWBC-VmnZHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dGCti-AOL9Q/s220/mitzi%2Bat%2Bart%2Bfair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJkp2Aym8XY/S2x2I5WzEhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mDnrvA0AEnY/s72-c/Coyote+Woman+Visits+Abiquiu+NM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
